When I was in elementary school I remember getting ready for school one day, and as I was pulling on my gym shoes I felt something amiss. I pulled my foot out of my shoe and turned it over and out fell a dead cricket. Gross! Ever since then I’ve been worried about bugs in my shoes. Now that we live in the Midwest, I am constantly scared that anything I pull out of a slightly crowded, dark place will have spiders on it. Did you know that there is an insane amount of spiders in the Midwest? There is, and I’ll tell you why. There are zillions of insects here. If I’m not catching and releasing beetles, it’s lady bugs, and if not lady bugs than moths and if not moths than crickets. There are grasshoppers climbing our windows and fireflies, occasionally lighting my hallway at night. My two year old loves it. “Bugs! Bugs! Buzzzzzzz!” And he’s not very happy when I don’t let him touch them.
What is it about bugs that scares us and captures our interest? All the legs, eyes and an exoskeleton? I don’t know. For me it’s just remembering the yucky, crunchy squish of a little cricket.