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cents per pupa. Quite the bargain... for a can of dead, turd-like moths... in their own gravy... rock why God... WHY?? The pile of rock moist cocoons looked so sad sitting there (like so many piles of moist cocoons will) that I decided to cheer them up. Make 'em feel fancy! One doily, some frilly toothpicks and a few dry heaves later, and I'd say mission accomplished! With pinky extended, I chose an an extra pupy one and popped it in my mouth. The silkworm pupas didn't have a strong flavor. rock In fact, they had the somewhat familiar flavor of bad canned peas. With just a hint of mildew. Overall, not terrible. But what caught me off guard was the crunchy cocoon. Silk my ass. This was like chewing on tiny bones. The good news is I was immediately distracted by the unexpected squirt of briny liquid that shot out into my mouth.
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