The Gift of Crickets

(Warning: This post could be considered disgusting. TMI, if you will. Turn away now, if that is not your thing...)

I love the Internet.

If it wasn't for the Internet, I would not have met Julie. Julie is a fellow travel junkie currently residing in Mexico City (See her blog here.) Through that wonderful social utility called Facebook, Julie let her friends know that she bought some crickets at a nearby market. To which I replied, "That is so awesome." To which she replied. "I can get you some, if you want." Then I was all, "No WAY." Then she was all, "WAY." And back and forth we went.

A week later, a beat-up manila envelope arrives at my door. Inside, emanating an odor best described as "earthly", lies a plastic bag filled with crickets.



I stared at the bag for five minutes. I expected the crickets to be larger. My guess is the flight to L.A. caused the carcasses to come apart.



I took a cricket and examined it. The longer I looked at it, the more anxious I became. I don't need more anxiety in my life. So I popped it in my mouth. First impressions: Crickets are salty. But they're not anything special.

I was feeling a bit hungry, so I popped in a few more.



I'm not at the stage where I can grab a handful of crickets and stuff my face with them, like Doritos. They remain in their baggie, on my desk, waiting to be consumed.

You're more than welcome to try them. I've left the best bits in the bag.



Thanks, Julie! Next round of bugs is on me...