Orlando’s from the Piaroa tribes of Venezuela. He’s like any other kid, only life in the jungle has already forced him to fend for himself.
But this childhood adventure takes them deep intothe jungle underworld. As only 2% of sunlight reaches the forest floor, surprisingly few plant grow and this means few animals. There’s less protein here than in the desert and much that is here is poisonous. Distinguishing dinner from danger is an essential life skill.
Few creatures have a more sinister reputation than the one they seek. The goliath tarantula, the size of a dinner plate, the largest spider in the world. It’s hard to imagine a less appetsing meal, but picky eaters don’t last song in the jungle. Besides, Orlando says they’re delicious, and handing dangerous animals comes with the territory. From about five years old, Piaroa children know exactly where to hunt for spiders and in a couple of hours can catch enough for a decent meal. But they have to be careful of both the huge fangs and of the hairs they kick towards any attacker. If they contact the skin or are inhaled, they cause a nasty reaction. Orlando’s come of worst. But growing up in the jungle, he’s used to a little discomfort. Tarantulas are best served toasted, like marshmallows. All the hairs must be singed off so they don’t catch in the throat. And when they start squeaking, which is just air escaping from the joints, they’re almost done. Cooking spiders always make that sound. Tarantulas taste a bit like crab and, with a little seasoning, they go down a treat. Orlando’s and his friends’ survival depends upon embracing every opportunity in the forest.