I DESPISED peeps. Hated them. I would go out of my way to mutilate them through the wrappers whenever I had the misfortune of coming face‐to-face with them in the store.
Them ol' beady eyes and goofy looking duck bills (I later learned they were chickens). I poked and squeezed them something awful.
In any event, I tried one on a dare and was like
That was the tastiest marshmallow ducken I'd ever had. The fruit punch flavor was my favorite.
I've since given them up, but to this day, I can't look them in the eye if I pass them in the grocery store. The years of abuse they suffered at my hands... For nothing.