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The bugs he thought the tastiest were the ladybugs, with a slight crunch of wings that sometimes get caught between teeth. The most vile were the stinkbugs with their bitter acidy flavor enhanced by a stomach-rolling smell.
He was fascinated by bugs, all sorts of bugs, from the tiniest fruit fly to the large praying mantis that held so still under his breath. Sometimes he took off their heads, inspected them under a magnifying glass, looking deep into their eyes and wondering what he had looked like to them. A boy, freckled and red-headed, blue-eyed and monstrous in size.
He had several jars of bug parts, heads, legs and wings. Those were the parts that he saved at least one from each different bug he could find. The bodies he fed to his brother.
