Sometimes in life you are expecting to go see something amazing and end up discovering something even greater. If you go by bus to Angkor Wat from Phnom Penh in cambodia, down what I assume to be the only road, you pass by the greatest places in the world I have ever been to... Tarantula Village!
That's right, admittedly its a tourist trap, but the local people catch these giant awesome spiders in the forest, remove their fangs and play with them! You can take your picture with them, and even eat them deep fried with chillies!
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My hands are really that dry?! |
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It's twilight with better acting |
Now before my mother, grandparents, or other now crazy freaked out relatives die of a heart attack; a few quick facts about the tarantula.
These tarantulas are not poisonous, they do bite, and while I'm told it really hurts but you will definitely not die or even bleed much. Fun fact, there have been no reported fatalities from a tarantula bite, ever.
The biggest of the tarantula family is the goliath spider that eats birds... yes it attacks and literally eats birds. Imagine my sad face when I found out they don't live in asia.
Tarantulas mostly live on the ground, they don't/can't jump, and are pretty afraid of these giant really fast creatures called humans.
So they take these huge bowls of spiders, play with them or cook them into what you see on the left.
They are actually pretty good and have the texture of soft shell crab, but the taste is pretty unique. They aren't bad though, I ate about a dozen of them.
In addition to just spiders, because that would be a woefully unbalanced breakfast, there are also piles of fried locusts, smaller crickets, and my personal favorite these giant cockroach things.
The locusts and crickets pretty much taste the same, but it takes a lot of work to eat them. First you peal off the wings, then you pop off the legs and head. You pretty much just eat the thorax and it tastes ok but its really chewy... still better than british food.
As for the giant beatle things its the same process but eating them takes like fifteen minutes because they are so chewy... and the taste is not great. But then again I have never really liked the beatles. At least eating them was easier than listening to their music.
I loved these eight legged creatures so much that one small boy in the village, after laughing hysterically at presumably the first foreigner who promptly put one on his face, gave me one of his tarantulas to keep forever... sadly my fellow travelers on the bus were too afraid of not so little Aragog (yes I named him after the spider in Harry Potter) so I had to almost tearfully give him back.
A big thanks to my fellow traveler and photographer Steele Burrow for sharing the pictures of the bowl of spiders as well as the pile of fried spiders.