Many years ago, when my mother was in her early teens, her neighbor came over Thanksgiving morning and was bragging about how he and his brother would each get a turkey leg for their very own. My grandfather responded to this saying "All five of us get our own leg for dinner. And we have leftovers if you want one." The neighbor didn't believe that so my grandfather encouraged him to check the oven. So he did ... and quickly ran out of the house.
At the time my grandfather worked in a fruit warehouse in central Washington and had run across a tarantula while sorting bananas and decided to encase it in resin. Since they were joining friends for Thanksgiving dinner and didn't need to cook anything he was curing it in the oven when the neighbor boy looked in.
