What? Okay, it was just one bug. And in theory, it was coated in white and dark chocolate, or so the label claimed. And it was at a book party, and you needed to eat a bug to get a free book, which, I think you'll agree, is a pretty good deal. Fine, you may not agree. And actually, I didn't even take a book. But I did, after a bit of hesitation and internal yelling at myself to stop being a wuss, eat a bug.
It was very dark, so I'm not sure how well you can see these photos. But I ate a very small scorpion, and it was crunchy and a bit spicy and Keffy told me about those bits, but he also said it was sweet and delicious, and dear reader, I am not sure I can go along with that assessment. Wesley warned me it would be nasty, and that might be going a bit too far, but I am going to have to say that scorpions are an acquired taste. One I have not yet quite acquired.
But I'd be willing to try again, with the scorpion, or the queen weaver ants, or even the crickets. But not the dung beetle. On the dung beetle, I will pass.