The smell of something delicious, if you happen to be the four-footed one, can be found in a multitude of places. From mud found in the garden all the way to up to the neighbor’s tree all house see tantalizing aromas. Thick, tall grasses seem to hide special orders that can not be resisted despite what your human may say.
For me delicious aromas tend to come from certain places, like the kitchen or a bakery. Restaurants may tempt me the same as certain stores. But the neighbor’s tree has never offered me anything that smells delicious. And no matter what may be in the tall grasses, I’m okay not seeking out a tasty morsel from there.
Sure my attitude probably has me missing out on some things, but I’m okay with that, the same as I’m okay not eating bugs, at least not deliberately eating them. And I don’t care if the bugs taste like chicken or chocolate, I am okay on missing out if it’s a deliberate choice.
So when a friend invited us out to a new place to eat, one that served things like meal worm pizzas and cricket poppers, we did not hesitate. Nope not for me second. We politely declined. Because we, after all, are not like the four-footed one. And yes we know it’s a good source of protein, but we aren’t at the place yet where we can consider consumption of the bugs as an every day occurrence. And yes I know I eat bug parts every day, but it’s hidden from me. I’m okay with that. Because delicious aromas aren’t found up trees or in the grass, not for me.