So, who was going eat an ant first? Many such important decisions are made with a coin toss.
This one was made in a far more democratic, reasonable way. It was my camera, so she had to go first.
I tried to be encouraging. "Gallina! Gallina!" ("Chicken! Chicken!")Her sense of adventure just stuck out all over.
You could almost feel her expectation of gustatory delight.
And then it was over. A few tentative crunches, and "Ah, they're not that bad. OK, Big Guy, you're up!"
Being the man, I of course had to show the stony machismo that I was made of.OK, they really weren't that bad. Kind of like crunchy small popcorn. With antennae. And legs.
I survived! Of course, I knew all along I would.
Whew! We told the Morenos with a straight face that we had downed the crispy little critters, and they were so delighted they promised to bring us more!
We hope that you get to try something new today also.
Dave & Paula