Rico led us to a tree trunk lying on its side that had been hacked open. He rooted around with his scythe-like knife, searching for the perfect delicacy, before setting two squirming masses aside.

He picked one up and brought it to his lips.

Elena squealed with delight.

The rest of us groaned with disgust.

As I watched him eat the wriggling body, then the ladybug-like red head and heard the surprising crunching sound as he chewed, my stomach heaved upward.

He picked up one of the smaller ones he’d set aside and handed it to us.

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