Crickets actually aren’t bad on their own. We did a “Fear Factor” themed fundraiser for Katrina relief back in high school. We made cricket sugar cookies, cricket-covered chocolate strawberries, flavored mealworms, things like that. Things weren’t selling as well as we would have wanted, so, being the weird kid with an extra bag of crickets, I stated that I would eat a live cricket for every $20 that was pledged. That ended up raising an old extra $140, and I ate 7 crickets in front of my classmates. They were relatively tasteless, and, since I found that it didn’t gross me out, years later, when I was an educator at our local aquarium, I would use, “Wanna see me eat a live bug?” strategically to bribe my summer camp kids into staying calm. If they were well behaved for an hour after lunch, I would pop one of the feeder crickets into my mouth. It brought much joy and disgust to the 10 year olds.
I lived in Hawai’i for three years and remember blue stop signs, but not green. Green road signs in Hawai’i would fail to stand out for 3/4 of the year and defeat their purpose.
It could possibly be a stop sign from Ko Olina on O’ahu, but I never spent enough time there to actually absorb the color of their road signs.