Carrie‘s younger sister, Molly, just spent three weeks on the Colorado River, rafting through the Grand Canyon. We spent nearly as long watching the computer slide show that Molly compiled from her trip. (Just kidding, Mol! We love ya!)
Because Molly is thoughtful, she made a special trip to the Phoenix airport gift shop to find Carrie and I a small token of her vacation: a pair of scorpion lollipops. Apparently the airport sells them in various flavors. I suspect no one actually eats these things. They’re culinary gag gifts.
But because of what I do for a living, I’ve been deliberating whether I will actually unwrap these babies and suck on them until I get to the protein in the middle. I have to admit, the idea is not appealing. I know people in other cultures don’t mind eating scorpions, live ones even. But in the states, I’m used to a Tootsie Roll center in my lollipop, not a predatory arachnid.
What would you do, dear readers? Lick the scorpion lollipop?