If you ever get a chance to eat a whole chicken leg with a shoestring wrapped around it--pass it by. Turns out the only safe way to get it out of you is something called surgery. And believe me, that is no box of Milk Bones!
I feel like I've been run over by a truck.
You might wonder how I came to be tempted, not by the leg of a succulent rotisserie chicken, which pretty much speaks for itself, but one that had a long shoelace tied to it and was lying unclaimed in a curled-up paper plate, in a bucket on our garage floor. Jeannie says it was leftover bait from one of her feral cat traps. But Mike says he believes she was practicing Voodoo, whatever that is. Guess it'll remain one of life's mysteries.
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