Well, that is fucking vile. Did you keep cooking with it?
So we have a holiday home we go to in summer, and it has a cellar where we kept a gallon drum of olive oil (a rare treasure in those days in Norway). At some point, no more oil was coming out even though it still felt full.
So we cut the top off to see. Turns out there were lots of preserved mice.
I like to imagine the top two fell in trying to rescue the first one.
As a kid my parents would buy through a co-op where we would get 5 gallon pails of dry goods to last us all winter. One year my parents splurged and got one of liquid honey. As a kid growing up on carob and oatmeal, honey was like meth. Every chance I could I'd steal away to the larder under stairs, pop the lid and swipe a finger through that sweet golden ambrosia. I should mention that 5 gallon lids are a pain to open especially as a kid, so I'd leave it slightly 'off' to make the honey swiping easier.
Fast forward to the next spring, by now the honey has crystallized and we're scooping it out with an ice cream scoop, nearing the bottom of the pail. One morning as my mom is preparing to bake something I hear a blood curdling scream coming from under the stairs. Lo an behold, rolled up in the honey are some bits of fur, a tail and a foot of a grey mouse. It took a while for the reality to sink in, but when it did the gagging started, especially after I realised I'd been eating mouse preserves for at least 3 months. In all we found 4 mice drowned at the bottom, ended up tossing the *honey, a pail of* peanut butter (which was 1/2 full) and never bought liquids in bulk again.
tl;dr Ate honeyed raw mouse for months without knowing it.
edit: clearing up the PB confusion
It took you until you smelled rotten animals to notice 3 mice in your oil?! Bro, situational awareness. You didn't notice the chewed lid?
Hold up.. the bottle is see-through. How did you not notice a decaying, furry, clump in your oil?