At the Yambilee carnival, something large kept hitting my head or back or neck and then disappearing. Eventually, a local fairgoer noticed that I was approaching a kind of madness trying to figure out what was going on and he kindly pointed out the culprits: flying grasshoppers the length of your index finger (bottom photo). I was a little less freaked out by the other beast (see top) that caught my attention: Louisiana alligator, served—as are all things at a fair--on a stick. (And yes, it does taste like chicken, only, um, chewy. Really chewy.)
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