I, Personally, Just Don't Get Japan

While in America we're suffering a peanut butter recall, in Japan they've got a food scare of their own.

Blowfish testicles prepared by an unauthorized chef sickened seven diners in northern Japan and three remained hospitalized Tuesday after eating the poisonous delicacy.

First of all, I find the idea that the Japanese government licenses poison blowfish testicle chefs amusing, since it implies that somewhere in the Japanese bureaucracy there's a Ministry of Repulsive Foods. And secondly, it seems to me that making testicles of any kind poisonous is a good idea for two reasons:

1. Knowing that they're poisonous would prevent me, even in my weakest moment, from trying to eat any testicles I might come into contact with
2. I, personally, would sleep easier knowing that there's a powerful disincentive for anyone or anything that might be considering eating my particular testicles

Apparently, none of this has any effect on the Japanese, for whom poison blowfish testicles are some kind of delicacy or something. Even though the testicles are life-threatening, and even though they're testicles, "thrill seeking gourmets" can't get enough of them.

And here I am with testicles that aren't even poison. I'm going to sleep on my stomach from now on, that's for damned sure.