And in return, they give you something rare: a reminder that small is not insignificant, that six legs (or eight, or many more) is just another way of dancing through the same broken, beautiful world.
Where someone else sees a pest, you see a pattern: the embroidery of a weevil’s snout, the geometry of a shield bug’s back, the tiny, furious grace of a jumping spider’s pause before it leaps. bugs liker
You’ve learned the quiet of looking close. The way antennae ask questions in cursive. The way an exoskeleton shines like stained glass when the sun hits it right. And in return, they give you something rare:
