The evening huddle was informative. Everyone was instructed on the difference between fingernail clams and Asian Clams. Advice on technology and practical tips were provided. “What about the dim bulb ‘scope?” asked a Bug Night-er. “See if there is another ‘scope or if your neighbour is willing to trade with you,” said the male White […]
The White Coats were worried. One of them was always worried but now the concern was evident in both of them. In the spring, a young Bug Night-er’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. If that were true, April was the cruelest month for Bug Nights. With sorting on the verge of completion, the […]
“My ‘scope feels sticky,” lamented one of the Bug Night-ers. The White Coats exchanged meaningful glances as they prepared the materials for the evening’s session. Who hasn’t been stuck with a sticky ‘scope at Bug Nights? This was a busy laboratory with many students, eager for knowledge, cramming knowledge and candy all day. “There are […]
Honestly, she thought, the attention to simple details seems to be all but gone. How hard can it be? As she walked along Silk Farm Road, she could not help noticing the consternation in their faces. The confusion in their eyes. The frustration that emanated from their pores. She overheard snippets of conversations as they […]
We love the Bug Night people. We want them to be safe and happy and come back to Bug Nights for years to come. That is why we have made the decision to cancel the March 7, 2018 Bug Night. Right now, the forecast includes significant snowfall that will occur at what would have been […]
The White Coat returned the Bug Night-er’s petri dish after the obligatory quality control check. “Nice work—there was a leech curled up under the oak leaf fragment, be sure to click it into your counts.” “OK,” he said sheepishly. This was the third time this season that he missed the leech. It was the same for […]
“There are so many,” whispered the young boy, “I don’t remember there being so many.” “Son,” answered his father, “It can seem daunting but we are among friends; bug friends but friends nonetheless.” He didn’t sound confident. They both became quiet. The buzzing and clicking from the insects seemed to be a blur or white […]
They stood hand-in-hand; arm-in-arm in the darkening and quiet laboratory. They stared at the door as the few bugs that remainined left the lab in their vials, safely snuggled in their plastic egg carton. “Are they really gone?” one Bug Night-er asked, “Will there be more?” The White Coats kept their gazes steady. Their faces […]
I am going to miss her, thought the White Coat male. She had been a challenging identification. Eight hairy but shapely striped legs. An abdomen that just wouldn’t quit. She should have been an easy ID. Yet here they were, the two of them at the end of Bug Nights, finishing the last few and […]
“Don’t pretend that we haven’t been intimate,” he said, “You have seen my palps, for heaven’s sake, no one has seen my palps like you have.” She was terrified. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The bugs were just supposed to be under the scope: small, legion, inert, dead. […]
“Those lines on the pavement are there for a reason, you know,” hissed the giant insect to no one in particular. It was doubtful that anyone could hear her; what with all the screeching of brakes, honking, and screaming. One could see her point, no one seemed to be parking in an orderly fashion. Back […]