You have to guess what I'm eating. If you don't like it, go away, do you know what I mean? Just go away! Go outside and observe the first blade of grass that you see with unfaltering scrutiny, make sure that if there are any ladybirds (ladybugs, their transatlantic sister) on the said blade, remove it, fry it on a stove, then eat it. It'll make you feel all Mears-y and Grylls-y, flooding your brain with testosterone; might make you penetrate the nearest tree with your recently engorged phallus. If there's not enough sap, use lube!