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I recently had a conversation with one of my friends, discussing the time about fifteen years ago when she came down to North Carolina to visit her boyfriend’s family.

My friend: “You know, I really don’t like lima beans.”

Me: “Ew! Me either.”

My friend: “And they didn’t just give me a spoonful or two. They served me an entire DISH of those things.”

Me: “Ugh!”

My friend: “But I was a good sport, and I ate it to be polite.”

Me: “Good for you.”

My friend: “But I had to draw the line at squirrel.”

Me: “What?!”

Me: “WHAT?! They tried to make you eat SQUIRREL?!”

My friend: “Yep.”

Me: “Please, oh please, tell me that at least your boyfriend thought that was weird.”

My friend: “Nope. He didn’t say a thing.”

Me: “On behalf of the entire South, I am truly sorry, and I deeply apologize.”