"Hey Mandy, I was cleaning the yard and found a depression-buster food. I think you should cook it up and eat it for dinner," said my mom who read my website and responded to the challenge.
Who knows what killed Mr. Tarantula. My mom found him (or her) as she was raking leaves outside. He (or she) has been dead for a while.
The season is coming to an end here where you see tarantula's crossing the road, apparently roaming and looking for mates. My mom suggested that some of its relatives were depression buster road kill.
Things get interesting sometimes when you live with your mother who still calls you by your childhood name.
The day of the tarantula's arrival was also the day when conversation degenerated around here as we played the game "would you rather?" This teenage game takes on a Fear Factor-like quality when you are discussing what might or might not be depression-busting food.
It turns out that everyone in this household would rather eat a tarantula than a housefly. How about you? My choice was a tarantula casserole, perhaps quiche-like. But then I'm inclined to hide just about anything in quiche. So far I haven't hidden anything quite so hairy.
Keep in mind, you would have to eat 100 grams of either, not just one housefly versus one tarantula.
