Now that is sick.
I had a buddy (now deceased), who spent 2 years up in Canada teaching English among the Inuit, village to village.
He told me the food delicacy up there were the fly maggots they'd pick out of the backs of their Caribou. The maggots were burrowed in there along their spines.
That was the choicest treat on the menu! He liked 'em!! But he also admitted that it took him a while...