Real food means real bugs, since the sisters don’t spray the premises with poison gas. We have to share our sugar bowls with gangly ants, our bedrooms with mosquitoes (mosquito nets keep dengue fever at bay), and our dresser drawers with small lizards. But really, these tiny fellow pilgrims are not so frightening after all. You just have to get to know them. In fact, I think we would all enjoy life with more “real” in it, and it is only advertising that has made us intolerant to ants and off-white sugar and lopsided oranges. What is intolerable, if we would think about it, is the tasteless, colorless, textureless world of “products” our manufactured economy sells us (at every lower prices!).
I’m going to miss my friend, the gangly red ant, when I get back to the States. Man, can he run!