Go Ahead, Share Your Most Revolting Bug-Eating Stories

A cute lil snack.
A cute lil snack.
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Reader, let me ask you an honest question: When’s the last time you ate a bug, wittingly or otherwise?


A colleague today shared a deeply unsettling image on Slack of a worm stowaway burrowed deep in the core of a farmer’s market tomato—a would-be snack (shown above) had it not been caught by his partner. This sparked a conversation among my coworkers about bug-eating, the future of food, and, unfortunately, summoned a memory of one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had with food.

Before I share that horrifying experience with you, let me begin with this: Bug-eating in practice is, of course, nothing to scoff at. Bugs can be nutrient-rich, an environmentally friendly alternative to meat, and they are likely the future of food. Bugs can and absolutely should be explored as food—but not like this.

Back in college, a quick and cheap thing I often made to tide me over was a bowl of noodles with shredded cheese on top—kind of an extremely basic mac and cheese, sans the powder. I would often add a little salt and pepper for flavor and, well, that’s it. On one such occasion that I made this “dish,” I boiled the water, drained the noodles (probably with a fork if I’m being honest), topped it all off with cheese, salt, and pepper, and took a seat on the couch to watch some television.

It was about halfway through my bowl of basic ass mac-and-cheese that I noticed that the black dots sprinkled in with the melted cheese were larger than pepper. And it was as I forked through my penne that I realized what I’d been eating: ants. Boiled ants. They had evidently been in the box, and in mindlessly shuffling through the motions after a long day, I had not noticed that they were in my food before ingesting literally half of the bowl. It was, and remains, among the most revolting experiences I’ve ever had.

So I ask again: When, or why, did you last eat bugs? Was it on purpose? A traumatizing accident? Share with us your experiences or unburden yourself, as I just have, of your horror stories.

Before we dive in, however, let me share with you this bug-adjacent anecdote shared by my colleague Jennings Brown: “I can’t think of a time I accidentally ate a lot of bugs, but once I took a big swig of a beer at a bar in Texas before realizing that it was actually my friend’s tobacco spit can. Kinda like bug juice.”





A couple of months ago I was in Hawaii and my partner kept picking mangoes off the ground and eating them. I turned my nose up at the idea because I was sure rats had nibbled on them or that they may be harboring insects, so I bought a mango from a local grocery store and took a few bites out of it. I kept thinking it tasted weird, like it was fermented, but I didn’t want to say anything because I knew for a fact that the mangoes my wife had been eating were delicious (they smelled so sweet and juicy. Yes, they smelled juicy.), and I wasn’t ready to admit defeat. Finally, I looked down at my mango and saw that it was literally crawling with maggots. I mean thousands of them. I acted like it didn’t bother me, but it did bother me! Now, every time I eat a mango or any fruit I imagine maggots burrowing into my gums and crawling down the back of my throat. Help!