Don't ask me why I'm telling this story...the infamous chalk story I will never live down.

(This happened years ago) I had a bag of those after dinner/pillow mints on a dresser by my bed. For some reason in the middle of the night I had a craving for the mints, so I reached over to grab some. One of them dropped on the floor under my bed. I reached down and picked up what I *thought* was the mint, and ate it. I do remember it tasting nasty but I was half asleep at the time, I didn't think much of it and went back to sleep. In the morning I happened to notice some pieces of chalk under my bed...yes, I ate chalk.