Author: Lauren Tousignant

For 150 million years I’ve laid here. Covered beneath heaps of dirt and rocks and so many bugs. Patiently waiting for a scientist to dig me up, dust me off, and let the sunlight finally shine in on all my historical glory. It’s a moment I’ve dreamed about ever since I was a tiny bone inside a baby Switfaylisaur. Even then, I believed I could be more than just a femur. I wanted to be seen, I wanted to be admired, I wanted to be… a fossil. I envision it every single day. Dozens of people will be there. A…

Hey Americans, Canadians, and Europeans! And any other Western culture thinking about making bugs a regular part of their diet – my name is Lim and I’m a bug and I’m here to say: Please fucking don’t. Also, I’m totally not attached to Lim. Call me whatever cute name that will help you continue not wanting to eat us. Because I’m starting to get real nervous over this new “Oh yum! Bugs! Protein! Not gross! Many humans eat! Cool! Hooray! We solve world!” attitude of yours. Two billion people already eat us and that feels like more than enough. But…