I decided to share with you an old, old pencil drawing entitled “This Is an Insect’s World” because I am a little bit in the mood for crazy and bugs are driving me there. Not Bugs Bunny, mind you, but real bugs.
The main problem is the bizarre Texas weather year we are having this summer. Spring was a constant drizzle-fest of rain and flash flooding. Our cracked and broken-down swimming pool was clear full and a perfect breeding ground for bugs. Fortunately I managed to find some anti-mosquito stuff to put in the pool to kill the squito-wigglers. But unfortunately it also killed off the dragon fly larvae that do such a wonderful job of eating the bugs, tadpoles, and other small future-bugs that always infest a stagnant unused swimming pool. So many wonderful creepy crawlies that we don’t usually get a lot of are now trying to get out of the August heat by coming indoors and cuddling up with the people and the family dog that are supposed to live here. We have a virtual insect zoo inside the house. Lovely carpet beetles wiped out two full boxes of Cheerios. Moths are breeding in our closets. Even mud-dauber wasps found their way into our bedroom to make my wife jump and screech and me have to catch a potential stinger-packing murderer in my hat and crush it and flush it. (And I did it too, without getting stung, and only having the thing fly out of the toilet in my face to be batted back into the bowl only one time).
Now, of course, not all bugs are bad bugs. Some are benign and some are even helpful in a live-in-the-garden-and-pollinate-the-flowers sort of way. But the thing is, in this world we live in, they outnumber us by a hundred billion. There are more bugs on this earth alive right now than all the people who have ever lived… and even will ever live on this planet for the duration of life on Earth. Well, hopefully that is an exaggeration… but it isn’t by very much.
And bugs are an excellent subject for a surrealist like me. They can be made into bug people or monsters with ease. If you look at bugs really closely, they are absolutely hideous alien beings that frighten the bejeezus out of normal people. (I am not trying to suggest bug enthusiasts are not normal, but I used to collect butterflies as a kid and I can assure you they are not.) So, this is my totally buggy essay replete with buggy Paffoonies, and that is almost all I have to say about that. But let me end with a nod to Max Fleischer and his animated surrealist masterpiece, Hoppity Goes to Town.
Dang! That sure is full of bugs!