I Am Still A Little Queasy

Just when I was acknowledging that my day was on the road toward a decidedly downward spiral, I found some yummy-looking peanut butter crackers in the back of my desk drawer at school that I had bought during the early part of my pregnancy for emergency snacking. It was kind of like finding a 5 dollar bill in a pair of pants that you haven't worn for a few weeks; what luck! I thought to myself. I ripped open the plastic wrap and, as the first cracker was just inches from my mouth, saw that it was in fact crawling with tiny slugs.

Am I wrong to think that this just shouldn't happen?