Here’s a short piece written for a “bugs liker” — someone who finds beauty, wonder, and value in the small, many-legged, often misunderstood creatures of the world. The Smallest Witnesses
Thank you for liking the bugs. They’ve been here all along — and they’ve been waiting for someone like you. bugs liker
You notice them when others don’t. The lacewing folded like a secret under a leaf. The way a pill bug curls into a perfect gray pearl when startled — not fear, just a different kind of breathing. Here’s a short piece written for a “bugs
You know that “bug” is a loving lie — because you also love the not-quite-bugs: millipedes with their slow, synchronized wave of legs, springtails bouncing like commas made of rain, moth-fluff soft as dust come alive. You notice them when others don’t
While the world stomps and sprays, you offer your finger as a bridge. You whisper hello, little one to a creature most will never truly see.
You’ve learned the quiet of looking close. The way antennae ask questions in cursive. The way an exoskeleton shines like stained glass when the sun hits it right.