Peter: The palms here are smaller than those in
Indonesia or Uganda, but the grubs are the same size. The real difference is in
the way they are eaten—uncooked. Raw, raw, raw—that's the
spirit! But not for me. After we return to [our host's] house, the bowl
of grubs sits out in the sun for about four hours. By the time people eat them,
the white, wiggling worms are no longer white and no longer wiggling. I
photograph everyone else sucking out the insides but I pass.
Faith: This is the only place we've been where
Peter hasn't said he wants to eat the whole bowl of insects.