Originally Posted by
TsPoet
One of my biggest disappointments in myself has been that I didn't eat fried caterpillars when I had the chance. I was in Mbare Zimbabwe in 1995. It was a fascinating experience, young children kept running up to me and rubbing my skin, but when I reached out for them, they'd run away. (I'm white as white, with a tendency to flush red at any provocation).
I watched some women make bags out of milk cartons (their version of sandwich bags), and they offered me what they were snacking on like french fries - fried caterpillars. I turned them down (hopefully politely) and have always regretted it.