Ter threw down the gauntlet and I accepted the challenge - a contest to see if either of us could eat a mess of Dead Parrot Wings and live to tell the tale.
The venue was the Lazy Flamingo, home of the world famous grouper sandwich, and the sense-searing wings to which we had subjected ourselves on previous trips to Captiva.
Sure, it started out all smiles. The lingering aftermath was not quite so pleasant.