Sis was still in a tizzy when we were at Mom's because Chance had caught and ate a junebug last week. Ate = crunched up with his (as yet) toothless gums and swallowed. She was so upset that she called Mom, then the local poison control center, who told her to relax, it was nothing harmful. Chance was fine, but Sis was sick for three days just from thinking about it.