I still remember the week we moved the classroom to a farm. How we could connect the pictures in the book with the insects that we found. I still remember how much the water is a home for bugs. How water skippers walk on water, and how diving beetles brought bubble-air below to hunt for lesser water bugs. We watched the mandibles in microscopes and still sometimes I meet the vision of their craving in my dreams.
They say that insect populations have declined since then, that pesticides from farms has ditched the habitats of water-bugs, that ponds have dried and rain becoming acid.
I wonder how a child today can marvel at the life of ponds and streams. I wonder who else than me, remembers how a beetle’s mandibles might scare that child. I wonder if anyone will ever know invertebrate fear.
a water skipper
pretending to be Jesus —
swallowed by a toad
Kim hosts the haibun Monday at dVerse, and the topic is to write about insects.
September 30, 2019