There's one thing that puzzles me about my recent trip to Arizona. As Kerry and I were leaving the Botanical Gardens, we went out by way of the gift shop, and I saw a display of tequila-flavored suckers that proudly announced that they each contained a real worm. I picked one up, and sure enough, there was a real worm in it. A little crispy, as I imagine is only natural because the sucker liquid is boiling hot when it's poured into molds, but a real worm nonetheless. I said to an employee standing nearby, "Why is there a real worm in here? Do these actually sell?"
"My grandson loves them," she replied. "He says it tastes like chicken."
I just don't understand. I really don't.
I also don't understand why the Salt Lake Airport gift shop sells stationery made from recycled elephant poo. Why poo? Why elephants? Why is there no recycled water buffalo paper? And who in their right mind would send a letter written on recylced poo? Probably the same person who would sit and eat a tequila-flavored sucker with a worm in it while writing the letter.