Peanut was the kindest of all wishing no harm. Crows munched him, cows stomp him, and fires roasted him. All in a day's work. Just as he disappeared in one spot, he'd reappear in another. In 1895 that all changed. Kellogg created peanut butter, that gooey mess that bound peanuts to eternity no longer to come alive again. Poop and peanut butter are structurally different but not to the peanut. The mighty peanut sought revenge. To clog the throats of all who eat them. They don't get everyone but enough. What other food has more warnings of potential death.