On Wednesday night, the family attends church. We each have our own classes and the young man goes to youth group. He tells us every week that he hates it because it is boring. We usually take several minutes on the way home to ask questions about it and get him talking. This past Wednesday night after about five minutes of “it was boring” he was ready to talk. It went something like this…
Some missionaries were there with a video of the place they visited. At the beginning of the movie they had words up there like they do in Star Wars. It said, “These events are actual. Nothing was made up. Nothing was computer enhanced. This is not for people who hate bugs, for people who love bugs, or the faint of heart.”
The man ate insects. He ate big and little crickets, meal worms, and scorpions.
Voices from the van: Were they fried, boiled, steamed? Anything can be masked when fried.
The crickets were steamed. The scorpion was fried. He also ate beatles, cicadas, and a centiped.
Family: Uuuuuugghhh. Yuck!! The mealworms must have been fried.
No, they were steamed. The silkworms were boiled.
Family: Ohhhhh, gross. I am going to be sick.
Everyone who ate the crickets said they taste like potatochips.
Family: Ohhhhhh, yuck! Was the cicada crunchy and did it taste like potatochips?
No, he said it was juicy. The beatles were crunchy.
Number 1 daughter in the back, “I’m going to hurl.”