Meet our local entomologist, another quirky character who contaminates the pages of my new novel. You’ll see him ambling through he plaza with a small supply of worms, beetles,caterpillars, roaches and other creepy crawlies. “You choose my lunch. I eat,” is his standard line. The idea is you give him a coin and point to the most repulsive invertebrate in his collection. He’ll pull out the squirmy insect with flailing legs, pop it in his mouth and eat it! Then, he’ll rub his tummy theatrically. Gag! I have no idea what the man’s name is. Everybody here calls him El Cochinito. Scroll down a bit and read CHAPTER ONE of PLAY, MARIACHIS, PLAY!