A young woman came to Cameroon as an exchange student. Since she hadn't managed to really visit the country, I invited her to go with me for a week to the remote village where I had been living. She was very keen. But knowing how life is there, I asked her is she was OK with eating meat, even "bush meat". She assured me that would not be a problem. Unfortunately, it was a problem. The first night there, we were offered a nice plump palm rat. She got one of the best pieces, the rear leg and haunch. She couldn't eat it. I asked her why ever not. Her response, she recognized the part of the animal it was and it was too much. I asked her if she never ate a chicken leg or wing....Oh yes, but she had never associated those pieces to the parts of an actual bird! Needless to say, in a village where guests are generally served meat as a sign of honor, it was a very long lean week for this poor friend.