Never armwrestle with a spider-eating Cambodian

On the side of the road in the middle of nowhere Cambodia, my bus stopped to allow its passengers a pit stop. There wasn't much there; just some toilets and the ubiquitous roadside tables and huts with stuff for sale. It was only basics... cigarettes, soft drinks, fried spiders....

There were fried spiders for sale. The people that purchased these spiders apparently ate them.

I was a little taken aback, but I recovered quickly. Then I saw a spider that wasn't as much fried and dead as it was alive and in the mouth of a 7 year old girl. It was probably about two inches across, and hairy. I didn't recover as quickly from that one.

This girl was clearly tough. I felt a bit insecure, since this little girl had a live spider in her mouth, and I'm uneasy if I see one on TV. So, I had to compensate. I challenged her to an armwrestling match. She beat me. Then, sighing, she did a shot of whiskey, pounded the empty glass on the table and said something in her native tongue to someone nearby. According to a rough translation, she had suggested that the Western pansy (me) get out of her sight, and that I should go knit her a scarf. I walked away.*

*please note: none of that last paragraph is true, with the exception of me being uneasy and walking away.