NOT a Vegetarian

Ray has a thing about vegetables. He HATES them. I have tried and tried to get a photo of Ray when presented with a vegetable but I just can't capture the look of sheer disgust on his face. I hand him a bean, (he's too polite to refuse it), he curls his lips back so that they don't touch the offensive vegetal matter, and takes it gingerly in his teeth. With the bean extending from his teeth like a stubby cigarette, Ray tiptoes from the kitchen (like I won't notice) and drops the icky thing in the front hall. It is truly the funniest thing. 

Having said that, I thought I was safe yesterday, when I removed some tiny bags of tiny carrots (the kind you put in a lunchbox) and a bag of spinach from the refrigerator and put them on the counter in preparation for making soup. I went upstairs briefly, heard some odd noise coming from downstairs and called, "Ray! Ray!" When there was no response, I descended the stair. There was Ray in the front hall (he owns this area), tearing into one of the tiny bags of tiny carrots. There were carrots scattered everywhere. He must have swung his head after ripping open the bag, making a lovely, orange, eight-foot crescent moon on the rug. 

I removed the bag from his teeth, collected the carrots, then offered him one (Yeah, I know I shouldn't have but I just had to see if this was vegetable that he actually liked). Ray curled his lips back, took the carrot gingerly in his teeth, and dropped in on the rug in the front hall. Definitely NOT a vegetarian.