>My greatest fear in Pattaya was having a motorcycle accident with a scooter sidecar selling insects. The collision would send me flying into the slop of fried fly grubs, cockroaches, scorpions, and crickets. Of course my wife loves eating these delicacies and the grubs are good with beer, but whenever my wife bites into a giant scarab bug, I get the feeling I’m living with an extraterrestrial.
And there is also the issue of how the insects die.
Electrocution, drowning, individual pithing of the brain?
My hunch says none of the above.
Perhaps and it's no wonder they’re so yummy.