[This message edited by lieshurt at 3:19 PM, June 25th (Tuesday)]
ETA: she was on my strange obsession.
[This message edited by Unagie at 4:43 PM, June 25th (Tuesday)]
No longer together
"There are times when our reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind." Patrick Rothfuss
I have eaten one of these creatures, sorry to say. I work with refugees and am friendly with a family from Liberia. The dad of the family was going on and on about how he was hungry for "grasscutter." He couldn't explain what it was, and capybara didn't exactly spring to mind. The family had spent a few years in South America where they first had this meat and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what they were talking about.
Anyway, a friend of his came to visit, bearing a parcel covered in newspaper. There was a big raw hunk of "grasscutter" within, looking not exactly fresh. I have an iron stomach, impervious to bacteria, so I ate a big plate of stewed grasscutter and it was GOOD. Only learned later "grasscutter" = capybara.
It DID taste like chicken.
I have suspicions! He's up to something, I can feel it....
Reminds me of Manatees only smaller with feet and on land.
112-pound-rodent
