Journey of a Spanish Internal Parasite

As told by the recipient of a Spanish Internal Parasite

Ahhhh, this is the life, sitting here perched upon this lukewarm cream of spinach. Waiting. Growing. Festering. I watch as each of them walk by, one by one, searching for the next item to add to their already teeming plates. I patiently wait for that one unsuspecting victim to approach, the one person who foolishly chooses to taste the cream of spinach. What is cream of spinach anyway? Even I think it smells gross and I am a lowly parasite. Not to mention I don’t have a nose.

Success! I see her now in close view! She is slowly nearing the plastic sneeze guard. Almost there, almost there…oooh I am getting giddy! Alas, she stops to examine the Spanish sign hovering above describing the ambiguous looking batch of cream of spinach. Will she change her mind? Will she understand the sign? What if she gets a whiff of this foul smell and turns away in disgust? The anticipation is killing me! Then, when all hope is thought to be lost, she grasps the large metal ladle that has been grasped by so many others before her and extends her arm towards the spinach and cream mystery amalgamation. Victory is mine!

A rush of exhilaration runs through my parasite body as the air rushes past me on my journey to her plate. She situates the spinach-slop concealing me right next to the soggy cooked carrots. Interesting choice of placement indeed. My guess is she chose to group together the two least appetizing items. That’s alright. Soon, none of this will matter. Soon the deed will be done and none of the food ingested today will be recognizable when it reemerges. Muh ha ha ha *evil laugh ensues*.

And then, in a matter of seconds, the transaction is completed. Still in wonderment that she actually ate the cream of spinach, I travel speedily through the narrow esophagus into the stomach. Havoc begins! Pain & agony proceed! One by one I see the Rolaids & Gravol tablets follow behind me. She knows… she is on to me. No matter now you fool! Your pink Rolaids aren’t going to stop me. Nothing can stop me now as I travel deeper and lodge myself into the small intestine. Six sweet hours of mayhem do I cause before she manages to settle the wrath I have wreaked. Six hours, a lifetime for both me and her in opposing views. I can sense she is resting comfortably now and feels at ease. Poor fool. I almost start to feel sorry for her… Wait.. no! Must not get emotional! My job is not yet finished. There is still much work to be done and chaos to be inflicted. Just when she thinks all is well and returns to her regular way of life with her regular food and intestinal processes…. I strike again in a surprise attack! Muh ha ha ha *evil laugh again*. This is where the story concludes. But consider yourself warned as I may be looming on your next vacation food item... (and in general, do not eat the Cream of Spinach. It's not even close to being good.)