Was a nurse, had many patients with advanced dementia over the years. Unfortunately as a result, my answer is “their own feces” as they just have no idea what is what anymore.

Usually some variation of this situation: poop gets on their hands because their trying to swat helpers away who are cleaning them up, then ultimately curious about what’s on their hands before one of us can clean those too, and their fingers end up in their mouth. Same people who refuse to participate meaningfully in eating or drinking anything suitable, with or without assistance.

No one should have to keep living like that. And yet, 60% or more of them were full fucking code. Get your wishes in writing and notarized, placed on file and communicate them with your family or whomever will be point person/people near the end of your time here. Because the default is “do everything” and the reality is, many people suffer for a very long time because of that.

Patient - their own vomit. They ate so fast they puked then just kept re-eating it. Had to be dragged away. Mentioned this in a VtM group that thought they were edgy. They were like "well you can't eat anything that's not blood or you'll puke it up" and I was like "but I can just keep re-eating the puke right?" You could hear a pin drop in that chat.

Also lots of weird day-old congealed milk in juice mixers. See that one a lot actually. They scream at you for clearing out their room but you have to do it to keep them from poisoning themselves or getting weird infections.

My daughter considered all parts of watermelon to be good, flesh, seeds, skin

When I was little, my dad would bring home a nasty cut of raw beef to give to the dog. The dog would love it. He'd prance (doberman) around the back yard happier than a pig in shit. At the end of the day, he'd bury it. Then he'd proceed to dig it up every few days and prance around chewing on it for a day, then re-bury it. He'd repeat that until it had rotted to the point that he couldn't differentiate the rotten meat from the dirt it was buried in.

I have arachnophobia and I've trained my cats to take care of spiders for me, since I live alone. One night I was up late, as usual, and around 2am I went into my kitchen, turned the light on, and the biggest spider I've ever seen in my apartment ran across the floor. The fucker was definitely not the biggest I've ever seen, but huge, furry, and fat for an inside spider. I went to go get my work boots to smash it, but before I could even move my cat came tearing into the kitchen, leaned down and swallowed it in one gulp. He didn't even chew. I was half disgusted thinking of that thing alive and wriggling in his stomach, and half so proud of him for being my hero and slaying the monster for me. He got tons of treats as a reward.

My toddler son dipped watermelon in ketchup before eating it. I was frozen in disgust. I then took a picture of the act to show him and his friends when he's older.

I have dogs, so right away nothing is off the menu.

Horrifying: the lab has sniffed out and swallowed baby bunnies whole, twice.

Gross: both dogs will eat the shit of any wild animal they find. They especially like cat shit. They both used to raid the cat box if unsupervised.

I didn't see it happen and I don't know whether it was all at once or over some time. But one morning my cat was in distress, and the vets endoscoped 30 wrist-sized ponytail holders out of her stomach. Very grateful she was okay, we banned them in our home because they were her favorite toy but apparently secretly delicious.

My dog has eaten the shit from my wife's dog straight from the source, without it even touching the ground...

I'm about five years older than my brother. When I was around 10, I took him to the bathroom after a little league game. He proceeded to pick a piece of chewed bubble gum out of a urinal and put it in his mouth.

It was a pet in my case. This was pre-covid, so I wasn't working at home, and I had this wonderful husky mutt. He loved food, and had a history of what we called "counter surfing" where he'd snatch up any unattended food left on counters.

That was mostly when he was younger though. He'd gotten a lot better about it and we thought we could trust him again. So one day he gets left alone inside for a bit, which everyone would soon come to regret. My idiot boy decided with his brain cell to break into a cabinet and gorged himself on two full pounds of raw white rice.

Thought he might have had a stroke when I first saw him, he was on his side, bloated and unable to get up. Rushed him to the vet and they took the funniest xray that technician had ever seen. Dog was totally fine, just uncomfortable for a while until he could poop out the rice.

I now know that my dog's GI tract can accommodate an ultra tampon. I didnt know he ate it, so watching a large bloodred foreign body emerge from a dachshund's asshole at 7am was wildly disturbing.

My dog ate a half pound Hershey bar once. He was completely fine, probably because it's not real chocolate. He also got into an entire bottle of Tylenol and had to have his stomach pumped, but he was also fine. Still alive and turned 20 in May.

My Weiner used to gorge herself on anything stuffing filled when she was young. There were multiple occasions where her shit was not in fact shit, but a pile of pillow fluff. How the little fucker never had an intestinal blockage, I'll never know. Still going strong after 12 years.

I had a small short hair Pomeranian-Chihuahua mix we called 'Bear' (he thought he was big and tough, but only stood 10" tall).

One day he ate an entire pop can. Pulled it out of the recycling, shredded it with his teeth and ate most of the pieces. All he had left was the top when we found him and took it away; he couldn't quite get through the rolled edge, so he couldn't break it down enough to swallow.

Somehow, he was perfectly fine. Didn't go see a vet, wasn't bleeding or showing signs of pain/illness. We did find a few shiny pieces in his poo while cleaning up the backyard...

I fed my dog breakfast, then my wife fed my dog breakfast. It was too much for her tummy. She barfed the food up. Then ate the barf. We we laughing and guffawing too hard to clean it immediately, so she ate it again. Then barfed again, then ate it once more. Then barfed again, then we cleaned it because we went from gross out laughter to scared she would hurt herself.

Used to babysit my siblings when I was younger.

One of my sister's go-to snacks was a bowl of cheez-its topped with shredded cheese and ranch dressing.

Then she'd microwave it.

It was so stinky.

But the worst part? I tried it and didn't hate it.

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I ate the point of a compass when I was young, nothing like a piece of sharpened steel in your stomach to get everyone excited

Watched a little cousin pick up a dried chicken shit and crunch it... 3 adults reacted strongly. She had already swallowed it.

In high school I remember different groups of boys making weird gross concoctions and daring one another to eat them. The lumpy milk drinks always seemed the worse. With half chewed hamburger, gummy worms, ect... It was always just gross.

As an adult I have watched and parten in slurping body fluids... Always seemed gross to me. But pleasure is pleasure.

One of my cats found a ribbon someone got on a gift and forgot to throw away (i make it a rule to throw out ribbons and twist ties on sight specifically because this cat will seek them out to nibble), and bit off and ate the tip of it, maybe an inch or so. Later, half of it ended up hanging out his rear before he passed it completely. Cue me getting rather panicked because it looked, at the time, like he'd eaten a whole ribbon rather than a tiny piece, and to my understanding, doing that can be incredibly bad for a cat due to the potential for it to get stuck or damage their gut. To make matters worse, at the time I was a teenager in a suburban neighborhood with no ability to drive and my parents were away on an errand, so I had to wait for any chance to get him to a vet. Then he ended up passing it before they got back and at the same time I found the rest of the ribbon with only the tip nibbled off, so it turned out fine, but it was a scary few minutes.

i have a hunting dog.

she has swallowed many a bloated maggot-invested rotting carcass, whole. t-rex shit.

she's not allowed offleash in the woods anymore. i don't enjoy having to make her throw up a maggot infested sludge when we get home.

Are we allowed to include dogs and cats as the "someone"

A single, seedless grape. I didn't think it was a big deal at first, but googled it and apparently dogs can die from eating a grape. A £200 quid emergency vet bill, and an hour or so of collecting dog vomit later and he was pronounced safe. Worth it.

Mayo