adventure, but then over the course
of weeks, eating them every day,
day after day, I couldn’t take it
anymore. I’ll never forget the day I
bit a mopane worm in half and that
yellow-green ooze came out and I
thought, “I’m eating caterpillar
shit.” Instantly I wanted to throw
up. I snapped and ran to my mom
crying. “I don’t want to eat
caterpillars anymore!” That night
she scraped some money together
and bought us chicken. As poor as
we’d been in the past, we’d never
been without food.
That was the period of my life I
hated the most—work all night,