Humans don’t have the easiest of relationships with insects. Maybe it’s because we know that they were around before us and will probably be around long after we’ve gone. Maybe it’s the memory that while we depend on them in many ways, they can blight our crops. Or perhaps it’s just that they are as close to a truly alien life form as we have yet to meet.
But I think the unease is offset by a fascination. There is something inherently intriguing about a life and viewpoint so very different to ours. Who knows what they make of us?
Damian Mark Whittle