Yesterday, I was at my desk, merrily typing away when I noticed the fingernails on my right hand looked like they were coated with dried blood. The fingers, too, were speckled with crimson.

I started to freak out a bit. Where was I bleeding? Did I have a cut somewhere? I started patting my face, wondering if I had scratched myself or something.

And then I spotted the bag of dehydrated strawberries I had been munching on while answering email.

Snacks that (make it look like they could) kill. I like to live dangerously.