I'm waaaay ahead of the curve. I've always known insects make a nice tasty snack. Last summer when we had pantry moths at Swan's End, I had lots of fun stalking and eating them, even if I had to make three- or four-foot leaps into the air to catch them. Then the person sanitized the kitchen and wiped them out. Bitch.

I remember when I visited George in 2004 Brood X was about to hatch, with tens of millions of cicadas expected to hatch in Ohio. There were lots of restaurants offering cicada dishes, most of which were using them as you'd use prawns (shrimp).

As it turned out, the March and April leading up to the hatchings in May were incredibly rainy, and this affected the hatching. I can't say I was exactly sorry, I wasn't looking forward to swarms of this huge flies everywhere, and there was no way I would have eaten them, except accidentally if one flew into my mouth (which, thankfully, did not come to pass).

Futurama

Saw this over at BoingBoing, and my immediate reaction was FUCK NO.

But I may have been hasty. Upon further reflection, my reaction is still FUCK. NO.

And the cat on my lap is all BUGS BUGS BUGSBUGSBUGS OHMYGOD BUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGSSSSSS so I may be overruled here.

My cats can have my share of six and eight legged creatures. *shudder*