My coworker had brought in baby bees – at the adolescent point between larva and adulthood, before the carapace was fully formed, from her family’s beehives. The bees in one container were flavored with soy sauce and the bees in the other container had no flavoring. Now, when I had first started working at my school I said that the only Japanese food I was unwilling to try was raw horse (another rural delicacy, but one I’d been aware of before moving to Gifu), so my coworkers en masse reminded me of my “vow.” By that point, though, I’d eaten food that had pushed my American sensibilities far more (near-raw chicken) and tried both the soy and unflavored bees. Which tasted like chicken, both in texture and in taste, so I suppose the old adage is true about everything tasting like chicken.