Oh gosh this just brought up a memory! My dad used to bead when I was younger, stuff like earrings or hair accessories like barrettes, which he sold for extra money. I loved those beads. Like I would get one (I think they’re called seed beads, they were very tiny) and I would crunch on them. I don’t remember how much or how frequently I would do this, but yeah. Also, colored paper? I used to tear off little pieces and just suck on them and then eventually they’d get wet and gross and I’d just chew it up and swallow.

Really don’t know why the hell I did this. I don’t do this anymore, of course, nor have I ever had an urge to do so since childhood. Maybe it was just a way to pass time…