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He did kill a few of them, when he went hunting. But he of course did not eat it Even though he knew insects could be eaten, just by looking at them made him lose his appetite. Killing them is one thing. Eating them is another. And he is not yet that desperate since he could still hunt hares or rabbits or any other meaty creatures that is surely more appetizing than some centipede. Of course that is his bias. Who knows? Maybe centipede is actually tasty. But unless he is in starvation and there is no other food around him, he would stick with normal meat. He then reached the stream. Since the day he had found this area, this place has become his personal pool. He then hangs his clothes and pants on the trees nearby and started bathing in the stream. As it was still dawn, the water