“I don’t know what I am going to do,” mourned the Bug Night-er with tears in his eyes. He was bereft at the thought of no macroinvertebrates in his future until 2020. The female White Coat tried to bolster his spirits with the promise of field work in the summer but he was inconsolable. The […]

The Bug Night-er put one arm over her head, as if she was a cat, grooming her face—except she wasn’t a cat. She was trying to emulate her favorite bug for charades. “Limnophilidae!” shouted another Bug Night-er with inappropriate confidence. The charader was deflated. She attempted to emulate a dorsal hump on her second abdominal […]

“How many times have we told you,” asked the insect. It sighed the sigh of the most world weary being ever. The Bug Night-er was stunned. He had heard that the bugs could speak to volunteers but he thought that it was a metaphor, like a horse whisperer. “The White Coats need you to organize […]