When I started teaching garden, I had no idea how much bugs mate! Or that different bugs mate in different ways. And that some can just walk around - jeez, butterflies can even fly - with their mate stuck with them. Some extra flowery days in the mala are like a huge bug orgy with buzzes coming from under every leaf. I look at my bug mating picture collection these days percolating a mixture of highly volatile emotions realizing that insect biodiversity is a quarter of what it once was. I remember when I was little going on family road trips and our Volvo stationwagon would be covered in spattered bug carcasses. Not anymore. I drive for miles with not even one insect splat. On a practical level, moms need the work bugs do making flowers blossom into food and eating up our scraps into new dirt so humans can survive. The rapid decline in numbers and diversity of our bug friends is part of the slow motion disaster I am witnessing outside everyday. Women and insects have more in common than sometimes meets the eye. I wish we would pay attention.
Krista Joan says:
My mission is to teach, train, and testify in resistance to the white supremacy of my ancestors. My personal choices are political, powerful, and practical. Let's trash waste.