SITTING IN FRONT OF ME was a serving of bug feces. And I was going to drink it up. I had to drink it, really. I had no choice anymore. The little pellets were dry, and didn’t clump together. Like dry kitty litter in your favorite coffee mug.
Tiny black shits collected together as a delicacy, an extreme rarity: “Bug Shit Tea” is valued on par with gold, ounce per ounce.