I read once, years ago, that there's some kind of tropical dove whose diet is pretty much entirely hot peppers. By the time the babies fledge, they're too spicy to eat.
Don't know if it's true, though.
I've always loved hot and spicy stuff - and I didn't get it from my parents. Not at all. I remember one time, a few years ago, the cafeteria where I used to work had a wing bar one Friday - Mesquite BBQ Wings, Rosemary-Thyme wings, Buffalo Wings, Tereyaki Wings, etc. - and, last but not least, Suicide Wings. Me being me, I had to try those...
Coworker: How are they?
Me: Good, but not very hot. Nice flavor, though.
Her: Let me try one? Hmmm- AHHHH! HOT! HOT! HOT!!!!!
Me: You think so?
Her (running for the fire extinguisher in the corner): You are SO dead....
I finally convinced her I hadn't done it on purpose (I wouldn't do that to someone) and she forgave me. But from then on, she called me Asbestos Woman....