The night after each rainstorm they came in hoards, gathering around the outdoor lights and sneaking their way, through cracks in the door, into the house.
After Saturday’s rain, as we ran around the house catching (and killing) the termites that had made their way into the living room, Achille came by. “We’re catching the termites to prepare them for tomorrow” he said. I quickly told him that if all the children were catching termites outside, they were more than welcome to come catch some inside, or even just get the ones around our house. He smiled.
Sunday though, Therese knocked gently on the door. “Cadeau” she whispered and extended her hand towards us: cooked termites. We laughed, and ate. A bit of a crunch and a peanut-pretzel flavour...no problem. Therese told Lisa later that she didn’t really believe we would eat them.
This was a fun experience. You can’t be in Burkina during the rains and not try the termites.
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