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Originally Posted by bbbbbb

You mean those tasty little critters with a glaze and small legs were a problem?

My Uncle, bless is heart was on a troopship in 1917 going over to France etc. First World war. They cooked in large kettles and the cockroaches running across the ceiling would get steamed from the pots and fall in. My Uncle said some of the richer boys on board would throw their soup over the side and not eat. My Uncle and his outdoor friends who camped a lot, hunted a lot, simply took their spoon and flipped the cockroaches over the side. The others refused to eat. After a few days, the rich boys got in gear and flipped the cockroaches out as every one else was doing. End of true story.

Your uncle was a very brave man, in more ways than one.


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