Tuesday, July 8, 2008


Trevor ate his first mouse this week. Well, half of one. After the first piece, he couldn’t put the rest in his mouth. “It’s not the taste,” he says. “I remember a little face coming at me.”
The mouse, which Trevor described as “gooey with the occasional bone,” was caught in the field behind our house by Junior, one of our host family’s nine kids.
Curious about mouse cuisine, we asked our language tutor for more information. Art told us that Zambians eat field mice, which come in varieties described as fast runners and fat slow ones, but not house rats. He explained the different types of traps and reminisced about his own childhood exploits in mouse catching.

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