I Ate Wasps and Scorpions at New York’s First Bug Eating Festival
A single seared shrimp sat atop a scoop of mashed avocado with a healthy pile of salty black specks overflowing onto the plate beside it. If I didn’t already know what I had gotten myself into, I would have been certain the topping was caviar—each spot popped just like a sturgeon egg might have. But rather than fishiness came an alien citrus flavor unlike any meat I’d ever tasted. After all, I was eating black ants.