Insecticide with George Brassard
(dans le cadre de N’ajustez
pas votre sécheuse)
The world of insect is a very complicate world. Just like the world we living: There is the fish, in the water, and
the fisherman, that is to eat. My name is George Brassard and my job is go around the planet with my
little net and my ti-casque lette to catch the insect that is to eat. Welcome
to the world of Insecticide! Hi! Welcome to Insecticide! My name is George Brassard. Some people say the insect is no good, and the mosquito is just pique
and gratte and no fun. But I say it’s not true. The insect is very good, very very good and
it taste like the Glosette aux raisins: it’s the dedans mou, and the dehors
toute crunchy. It is because the insect it is go on the flower and suck the sucre,
and then it is become full sweet like the papparmanes roses, with des tites
pattes, with du poil pis des ailes. It is so beautiful. And it is not true the insect is ugly. Here is a
beautiful spécimen of the mexican common blattus coquerellus I catch
this morning. People say “ah, ouache!”. I say no, it tastes like Turtles.
Hmm, it is very good. Why do you think the bird eat the insect? The bird is not crazy. The
bird go in the parking, eat the patate frite. The bird eat the worm. The
worm, is taste like patate frite. When you go around the planete, there is sometimes a lot of strange
place you find the insect, you can always find them around my neck. I am now
standing aside a trou de insect very rare: the phlibus crocus. And the
female de phlibus crocus have the petites pinces en avant and the gros
gros cul that taste like wet crevettes in chocolate and maybe if we lucky,
today we see one. Shh, we make no noise. (…) Shh… this is not the phlibus crocus… is look like a very
bizarre insect. Maybe we catch a new kind of insect. It is look funny. It is
look like a hybride de mouche a feu, the firefly. We gonna see what it is
now. (Il se met la
bibitte dans la bouche… ) Hi! My name is George Brassard. Next week, we will talk about
sauterelles, that taste like bacon. Thank you, bye bye. |