If they're in Cambodia, they always feature deep-fried tarantulas. Always. Without exception. The shots are the same: lovely Cambodian women sitting in their market stalls behind large flat baskets mounded high with deep-fried tarantulas, others piled with fried grasshoppers, others with beetles. The Cambodian women smile beautifully, and then the camera shoots them crunching happily on tarantulas, with the little legs sticking out the corners of their mouths. The American tv host grimaces, gags a little, pretends to be game, and typically will not eat it. (Though they do usually agree to eat grasshoppers, I guess so they don't look like spoiled snotty Americans, or something.)
Anyway, I will not pretend to be game. I will not eat the tarantula. I will not eat the grasshoppers or beetles, either. I will not even pretend. Call me snotty, call me provincial, call me narrow-minded, I really don't care. NO.
note: i am not looking at this while typing the caption.
they're supposed to be crunchy, tasty snacks. I'll never know.