It can’t make me eat crickets. I stopped at Roberts Floral on 8th Street tonight to pick up some flowers for my lovely wife – she earned ’em – and these flavor-coated little beasties were in a display next to the cash register. Yikes. Bonus: the young lady preparing my flowers said that they crunch like sunflower seeds!

There are other flavors, too. The only one that put me into a momentary moral crisis, of course, were the bacon and cheese variety. Not for long. So what if a female florist is more manly than I am when it comes to trying these things?