I bet 20 pumpernickels that her hair tastes as savory as the faded wood of my Grandmas favorite rocking chair. Late into the depths of the night when I was sure Grammybear was asleep, I would slither into her room just to get a good taste of that chair. My gums would caress the cracks in the wood along the base causing my gums to secrete blood, that would be my cue to scurry off back into bed. Sometimes she heard me leaving and would follow the trail of blood back into my room and to my bed but by the time she got there, I was well in place to pretend to be fast asleep but she knew better. I remember one time she came in with a cup full of vomit and tipped it ever so slightly above my head, causing it to trickle down my forehead, this was her test to see if I was truly awake and if I reacted to this then I was in big trouble. Grammy would drag her rocking chair into the room and watch me lay there as the vomit made its way down to my neck and had no choice but to lay there motionless and pretend to be asleep. The worst part is, she knew I was awake and pretending to be asleep, but she enjoyed watching me suffer especially since that precious rocking chair was so close. Oh how I had the urge to burst out and say "please Grandma, let me have just one more nibble!"