Sung to the tune of "Why does love have to be so sad" by Eric Clapton. I would like to hear stories of people that have gotten sick from chicken juice on the counter or utensils. I think this could turn into a great topic. So I sitting there busting apart a chicken a drop of chicken poison flies across the table onto a half eaten apple I am working on unknown to me and I eat it and die? I am not going to belittle the dangers of chicken juice but it just makes working with uncooked chicken so scary. I know you are going to say I should not be eating an apple when cutting chicken in the first place. How much of this icky juice does it take to hurt an average bear?