My greatest fear in my years 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 Fenway's mom as all Thais wife loves eating these exoskeletal delicacies.
I don’t mind the grubs. They're good with beer, but whenever Mam 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.
DDT?
No wonder they’re so yummy.
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