 Was he still alive? He was. Oh, no. He was. I smushed him with my tongue. Oh, my goodness. And he was swimming in the cup. And so I did not get to have my cup of cold coffee on Wednesday. What was that earwig thinking? And I just poured the coffee in there and I didn't look. So what does he taste like? Because do you remember that one lady that called in and said that the elm seed bugs tasted like... Well...