WHEN are people going to learn that the only way eating bugs is palatable is when you can't SEE the dang things? I don't eat whole cow heads, either, guys.
Ah yes, good old Livry, who would have been fine if people living in an age where they were constantly exposed to open flames had just been taught to stop-drop-roll.
It's fascinating, I just wish they weren't clamoring around in undoubtedly protected and assuredly fragile tide pools like a bunch of drunken teenagers. Look, don't touch, guys.
I don't think it's the words, or even the familiarity of the voice. As a kid I learned I could summon every feral and stray cat within an acre by calling "kitty kitty kitty" in that weird sing-song way. I wonder what they think they are hearing that makes them so excited?