Just listen to them... They don't start until 9... They knock off at 3... And they don't do a damn thing if it's raining!
"Yum" is not a word that comes to mind when I think about eating bugs. 'Gag' or something like that is more what I'm thinking. And hot peppers wouldn't do it for me. Maybe some alcohol.
Been eating termites and palm grubs for years. After you get past the idea.... I did have an incident with a live termite in the market. I bit into one as a sample as one does and screwed up. I guided it in with my tongue. It got the end of my tongue before my teeth got it. Had to walk away muttering about it being good while trying not to let the blood show. You have no idea how much blood comes when a termite bites your tongue. But on pizza! Don't get me started.
Alcohol makes everything better I have been seeing a lot of post on Facebook asking where are the love bugs have gone in Florida, as though there are somehow missing.... This is the front of my van which I haven't driven a whole lot lately and you can see the love bugs. Now our Yukon which we drive more frequently, is covered in the damn things. Also an interesting thing about cicadas, copperhead snakes love to eat them.
I was over at a friend's house, and we were sitting on his front porch drinking a couple of beers. The road his house is on is divided with a median in the middle. There was a city work truck with a couple of workers in the median slowly making its way towards us. The truck would stop every 20 feet or so, and a worker would get out and grab a shovel off the side, and dig a hole. He'd get back in, and a minute or two later, another worker would get out, grab the shovel, and fill the hole back in. Then the truck would move up 20 feet, and they'd do it again. Curiosity got the best of me, so I walked over and asked what that was all about. They said: "The guy that plants the trees called in sick." Your tax dollars at work.
The alcohol would have to come long before tasting any bugs. And a blindfold would help. Maybe tell me I'm eating Rice Crispies. Dang. I'd hate to see what happens when you ride a motorcycle. While smiling.
When I was in the Peace Corps I made pizza every Tuesday for the volunteers in town and friends like the Oxfam couple. The last pizza was always the secret experimental one. One Tuesday a p!ane arrived with some new fish pond builders, tilapia., and they were warned to be at our office at 6 because it was pizza night. They thought we were kidding but lo and behold pizzas started popping out. When I brought out the 9th one I announced it was a termite pizza! Everyone cheered at the idea except the new volunteers who figured surely now we were messing with them. As others started to wolf down their squares the new kids started to share a small square and the termites kept piling up higher in the middle of the piece. Termites became a regular item when in season, sort of like crunchy pepperoni.
