The worst part is when she bites the head clean off
So there we are, minding our own business on the streets of Bangkok, when suddenly this guy trundles past pushing a cart full of food. Not at all unusual in itself, of course, except that this particular food-cart was full of fried bugs. Insects, caterpillars, the whole works.
I was less than appetized. Tya, however, couldn’t wait to get up all on that shit. She bought a little bag of everything, I think. I couldn’t just stand there and watch her eat all the fried insects without me, of course, so I stole a couple from her. Little caterpillar things. They were all right, I guess. Mostly just kind of crunchy and salty. My imagination was too vivid for my own good, however, and I quickly opted to let her finish the rest of them.
By the time she got to the big ol’ grasshopper, I knew I was way out of my league.
