Bug Night: it’s a brave, new world

The man stumbled through the ruins of the city. He was desperate to find anything familiar to help him make his way in this post-apocalyptic world. He was ready to grasp on to the slightest thread that would bring the meaning of his former life back to him: the ghosts of street grids, a landmark, a familiar face. He climbed through the vestiges of his life—corrugated metal roof sheets, woods, fields. Nothing looked familiar. He was despondent. Bereft. Lost.

“I beg your pardon,” said the tractor-trailer-sized insect, “Do you remember me? I used to be at Bug Nights and want to find it again.”

The man was struck dumb. How could such a large insect have appeared so suddenly and quietly? It must be forty feet long. Still, he thought, any port in a storm…

“I don’t remember any macroinvertebrates as macro as you,” the man said.

“I wasn’t always this large,” said the giant bug, “But I like it.”

“Are you still an herbivore?” asked the man.

“I am considering all options,” replied the insect, “But right now, I’ll settle for you pointing me in the direction of Bug Nights.”

All roads lead to Bug Nights: We’ll see you on Wednesday, May 11, 2016 at 6:15 PM. ‪#‎BugNights