A brief history lesson:

So the Bahamas is fairly limited in what fresh produce they can grow. With the exception of Andros Island well to the north and west of G'Town, there are no real native sources of fresh water, which in turn makes it difficult to grow farm type plant life.

Long Island does utilize a technique called pot hole farming to some degree of success, but it's more of a niche sort of thing and definitely isn't scalable to the needs of the whole island, much less the entire country.

One of the few things that grows well everywhere down here is the Bahamian goat pepper. This evil plant from hell is the smallest, most hottest pepper in the galaxy. One, 1.5 inch, 2 gram pepper is enough to kill off the population of a small settlement back stateside.

For whatever reason, the local populace and my wife seem to have some sort of genetic based pepper immunity which allows them to eat these beasts from hell at will.

Fast forward to today;

I was making a new recipe that delivers up 4 Brew Burgers to cook on the grill and the recipe called for a bunch of stuff, including a can of Guinness (yay beer!) as well as a number of spices, including two sliced and diced, seeded goat peppers.

Having dealt with the evil plant before, I first wrapped my hands in zip lock baggies to prevent actual contact with said pepper. I used duct tape to secure the wrist connections and I made sure all the hatches were open and the interior fans were on full bore for proper ventilation. I also got out my swim mask and snorkel to provide total eye/breathing defenses. I was ready.

I gently sliced open the two peppers in question and then moved them to a small non-reactive glass. I then proceeded to soak, spray, drain, rinse and repeat the fiery bastards for thirty minutes.

I am glad to report that I survived the incident unscathed, but the same cannot be said for poor SattvaWeasel.

Unbeknownst to me, she jumped in the sink when I wasn't looking and stuck her nose in the non-reactive glass mentioned above as it was waiting it's turn for washing. I had sprayed it out a couple of times, but apparently there was residual pepper-ness left over because the resulting outcome of weasel and pepper contact can only be described as "weasel en fuego".

For those of you that speak no Spanish, that is loosely translated to weasel on fire.

Poor SattvaWeasel started jumping around and sneezing and clucking and doing her best stop-drop-and-roll. I caught her almost immediately after the pepper made first contact and forced her under the sink spigot to try and mitigate the damage. She emerged wet, nose burning and pissed.

For my trouble she promptly bit me on the ear and then peed on me for good measure.

I happened to be drinking an ice infused 7&7 at the time so I grabbed one of the cubes and started rubbing it on her nose. She tolerated this a little better and after 5 or 10 minutes she seemed to recover somewhat.

Oh no, we've suffered pepper based - weasel collateral damage. Shitty death !!

I feel bad for the weasel, but really in this day and age, shouldn't there have been a drawing of a weasel with a red line through it on the pepper container? I mean really, if we're gonna say "beware: this coffee is hot" shouldn't we at least warn people about the potential danger of evil, hell spawn, demon peppers?

Be safe it's stupid out there ....

PS - The attached picture is from 3 hours after the pepper incident. She doesn't look happy to me ....