I Ate a Moth

I ate a moth last night. I didn't want to eat the moth, but it seemed to delight Ian, and I like to make him happy. Ha! Yeah, right. I did eat it because he was cheering me on though. I am quite a ham for attention. It took a long time to get the moth down my gullet. It was squirming around a lot in my mouth and didn't quite want to make the journey to my stomach. I persevered though, and the happy little moth is now digesting in my belly. I still prefer goodboy bones, but a moth every now and then is a nice change.