Deep Fried Crickets

While watching the Japanese zombie flick JUNK last night I became rather annoyed by the persistent chirp, chirp of a cricket I believed to be out on our patio. The more I listened, though, the more I became convinced that the noise was coming from inside the house. Eventually I lost my shit and began pulling couches and chairs away from the walls as I stalked the offending insect. After a lengthy search I spotted the critter, hit it with a sandal, and scraped up the splattered bits with a paper towel.

Had I been more enterprising, and perhaps hungrier, I would've found another, more delectable use for the crunchy carcass.