To 'bee' honest they look like puny beansprouts to me.
The psychology of what we eat and don't eat is fascinating.
I was disgusted by the thought of fermented soya bean mush, but actually I enjoy miso so much I eat it by the spoonful… and what could be more horrible than fermented milk allowed to go mouldy (Yum! Stilton?)
The thought of eating pickled whelks or winkles makes me feel ill, yet I once had the choice of eating a plate of assorted shellfish in sauce or starving – and I enjoyed every bit.
The 'tequila worm' went down without touching the sides… and the tequila pre-heat probably helped.
Similarly, why do people baulk at eating any egg other than a hen's egg?
Why does eating six-legged things upset people, yet ten-legged creatures (crab*, shrimp etc.) are a delicacy?
In my meat-eating days I had no problem with faggots yet couldn't face haggis. How odd!
Neil
*As a biologist I say the claws count as legs!