There's a hair in my snake.

This past week 80% of the group suffered from flu like symptoms, which is extremely unfortunate. On Saturday I woke up feeling wretched I could barely talk, until little Pepita woke me up for some medicine like soup, which instantly cured me. When I went to the kitchen to get a mandarin,  and when I opened the refrigerator door I saw this:

Naturally, I was appalled. When Paige came home I had to show her immediately. When she opened the fridge she nearly vomited. In Spanish she told Pepita that the snake like figured petrified her. Pepita told Paige that they were baby fish. Clearly that was unbelievable. The “fish” had no gills and no fins, just a slithery slimy body with only a tail connected to a head whose mouth was saying “what’s up” =O! Pepita made it seem like she as going to prepare the “fish’, aka, take the head off and only eat the meat. This was not true. When we sat down for dinner we were surprised to see the “fish” in its entirety and that all Pepita and Miguel did was heat them up. Pepita and Miguel would rip the heads off and suck the meat out with their mouths leaving a mangling spine connected to a head on their plates. This made it really hard for Paige and I to stomach the fish that was prepared for us, especially when considering the fact that not only was I sick but last time I ate Pepita’s fish I got fish bones stuck in my teeth. Shockingly, something made Pepita think that this was a foreign delicacy that I would enjoy. She was horribly mistaken. This was definitely the shortest time frame that dinner has ever lasted, considering Paige and I were in a hurry to get away in order to discuss the series of events. Inevitably we figured out that they were baby eels.