Eating Organic and the bonuses you might find

My eyes took in the butcher knife grasped tightly in one hand and the cutting board in the other, as Katie entered the back door and walked across the family room with a stunned expression on her blanched face. I immediately scanned her body for dripping blood, thinking she must have hacked off a body part to have such a look on her face. Seeing no blood, I asked her what happened. Her staccato response was, “There was a lizard in my spinach!” Trying to diffuse the meltdown that looked highly likely, I tried to lighten the situation by telling her I was happy it was her and not me who had found it, after all, she had not screamed or anything and asked her if it was alive. She said, “It was really freaky. It flipped onto my cutting board,
I was trying to stay calm- I took it outside and flinged it into the backyard—-I didn’t know where it landed, but I didn’t care, longs as it was outside. It was in the refrigerator, I assumed it was dead.” The way it happened is, we had purchased a hard plastic clam-shell type of container of spinach at our local big box store and stored it in our fridge for a week. Evidently the lizard had gone into a hypothermic state which is why it appeared to be dead to her. I found it in the back yard as it was starting to warm up. It very groggily tried to crawl away from me, but I caught it and put it in a bucket where it quickly regained normal body temperature and was running laps around the bottom of the pail. I called the store to report the lizard in our spinach and the young manager asked me how could that happen? I explained the process of spinach harvesting and he told me to come on over for a new box of spinach. Not exactly what I was wanting to eat right then, so we opted for a refund. I knew he wasn’t going to inform anyone else so I tracked down the phone number of the spinach farm and spoke with a person in California who went out to the field to find out where the lizard had been living. I don’t know if he had a mailbox by some rocks or what, but the man was convinced that he had found and destroyed the home of the blue bellied swift lizard. Several weeks later I received a $10 bill in an envelope in the mail, no “we regret the situation” on letterhead, just a $10 bill and a copy of an email telling their other farm what had transpired. I gave the lizard to my nephews for a new pet and started buying frozen spinach with no added protein.