Horrible childhood memory time:
When I was even smaller than I am now, we went to PA Dutch country for a day trip.
My mom just had to stop in an Amish Country Store tourist trap.
While she was gawping at the dizzying quilts and eerie faceless dolls, I opened a can of “Chocolate Covered Ants”.
I *assumed* that was a catchy name for Amish raisins or some such.
Dumped a goodly amount into my unsuspecting mouth and very briefly, savored the melting chocolate joy.
Then came the system-shocking, buzz killing, nightmare inducing ants.
Big, black, crispy ants.
And the legs....so, *so* many legs.
*gag*
Ohhhhh... poor baby.
You have my sympathies and a big virtual hug !