See, that just proves that you have (luckily for you) skipped one of the rites of passage into fatherhood. What I was refering to is your wife waking you up at at oh-dark-thirty, wanting you go go out into a hurricane to find her something that she craves and no one in their right mind has it in the pantry. So off you go, half asleep, looking for sweet and sour pickled pigs feet or something. And you'd better find it and get back with it fast! (try that living in a town of 3000, with no all night markets)

Bugs, raw snake, that kind of stuff, been there done that too...