If you’re reading Mary Oliver’s Twelve Moons as a lunar calendar with me this year, today is the full moon (at least in my time zone) so let’s read Buck Moon—From the Field Guide to Insects. Hardly an evocative title, but the poem’s very nice.
I, perhaps like you, grew up with a less than enthusiastic attitude toward “bugs.” They were fine as toys, particularly made by my friends’ Creepy Crawler manufacturing set. In real life, that was another matter entirely. Continue reading