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I’m generally not a big television watcher. Not for any moral or intellectual reasons, really. More like a time management reason. By the time the evening TV-watching hours arrive, I’ve still got dishes to scrape and toilets to unplug. Yeah, it’s that glamorous at Chez Polka Dot. But every once and a while, I’ll plop down and commandeer the remote. Recently, a very strange phenomenon happened. Every time – and I’m not stretching it, I mean every single time, bar none – I flipped on the tube, the moral of the story turned out to be a tapeworm. Think I’m kidding? Check it out: A documentary on parasites A medical drama A comedy (nothing’s funnier than a tapeworm, after all) A reality drama Another medical drama (this time it was a renegade tapeworm in the brain…ewwwww) What was … Read entire article »