The Love of Insects

Meditations of a renegade entomologist

In the quiet of an autumn day, yellow leaves patter around me as I kneel down on the earth beside a fallen tree branch, along a path leading onward into the silent woods. I grasp the log and pull it back, revealing the dark earth below. A centipede blindly rushes for cover, its many legs grasping the earth in waves as it scuttles away; small brown snail…