It's suddenly cold in Memphis, and the town is in a state of low-grade panic.

We're a southern city, you know; I imagine anyone who lives up north can't comprehend how a few snowflakes and an inch of frozen crap on the ground can send this town into a frenzy. There will probably be something frozen falling in the area (ironically, it will probably be south of here) and this is big news. The six o'clock news led with it on every channel, it's the conversation on everyone's lips and I wouldn't doubt that there's been a run on the grocery stores.

All this for something that hasn't happened, and will probably not happen.

I love this town.

So this is gross...

The Wife and I cooked a pot of red beans this morning, and I was going to make some cornbread after I got home. I was going to use a couple of those little boxes of mix, you know? Simple and sweet.

So I open up the first box and I - thank the Lord! - just happen to look inside. Right there on top is a little bug, obviously dead.

I threw that box away, opened two more boxes and poured the mix into a bowl.

There, on top of the pile of cornbread mix, was a little round thing. I picked it up to see what it was.

And it started crawling around on my finger.

I threw away all the cornbread mix.

Sonya made homemade.

I twitched for twenty minutes afterwards.

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