Here is the sequence of events:
One of our air attack pilots happened to fly a mission into Wyoming, which allowed him to sneak home. While at home he picked a bunch of stuff from his garden and flew it back to Colorado with him. This included many peppers.
He set a selection of these peppers on one of the desks in the dispatch office, held up a thin orange one that was about three inches long, and said, "I honestly don't know what this is. I think something hybridized. But I can smell the spice and it scares me."
And then he left.
Meanwhile, my boss, who the entire time I've known him has had an old One Chip Challenge (you know, the ones that were pulled off of shelves for being potentially deadly), and is constantly trying to convince everyone to eat it with him, and who is DEFINITELY dealing with some PTSD and insomnia due to the events of the summer, well, he's eying this Mystery Pepper with immense interest.
He does not touch the pepper for a whole day.
Day two of this pepper sitting on the desk rolls around and suddenly I hear, "I'm gonna do it" and a crunch.
I looked over and this man has just eaten the ENTIRE Mystery Pepper in one bite.
For about two seconds he was fine, then he starts spluttering and saying he can taste it in his ears. He then scrambled over to our fridge and downed probably a full cup of half-and-half before coming back to his desk still looking vaguely red.
"I feel like you should probably tell your therapist about whatever just happened," I said.
He hummed, coughed, and replied, "I'm more interested in why it only made me cry out of my left eye."
