After watching Bear Grylls do it, King Sturdy wanted to eat a caterpillar.
He found one. We identified it as some sort of cutworm and decided, after a bit of reading, it was probably safe to eat. We watched a video of some people cooking caterpillars in San Bartolomé. Then he followed suit.
First, give the caterpillar a pleasant habitat while it waits for death.
Next, get the pans staged, set the salt nearby, and squeeze out some lemon juice. It’s all about mise en place.
Then thank the caterpillar.
And now we’re ready.
The next day, Shortshanks ate one too.
So he got his wish. By then, King Sturdy was a pro at this and handled the whole process himself. They would’ve kept right at it from there, but not wanting to witness an ongoing caterpillar slaughter, I set the limit at two.