Dan,
A good friend of mine who owns a garage used to sell gas many years ago. He hired one of the local Mexican boys that we all knew to work in the afternoons so he could work in the garage with his Father. Ed, the Mexican boy would bring a small bag of peppers to work every day and eat them like candy. I decide to taste one once and it took two days for my eyes to stop running. Then he made a bad mistake. He fed one to Jack's big German Shepherd. It took a week before he could come around Kaiser again. His stomach must have been lined with iron.
Ron
