So today I was at my favorite sushi restaurant here in Arizona, Shiro, enjoying the amazing food that only the can provide. My father and I had some deliciously sweet sushi rolls and the cooks brought us their heads fried on a platter. I plopped one in mouth and it was pretty tasty, so I more vigorously chowed into the next one. As I crunched on the pretty hard shell, I felt a sudden pain in the roof of my mouth. When I had swallowed everything I realized a good sized piece of shrimp shell was embedded in the top of my mouth. Since it was too small to get my fingers around I had to sit around for about 20 minutes before I could get home and pluck it out. I've learned two lessons from this: 1. I should eat slower. 2. Some shrimp are fighters to the end.