Insect Conversations by Barbara Ardinger


“She’s doing it again,” Mrs. Cockroach is saying to her friend Old Mrs. Spider. “You know? The giant? She’s been blowing on me and telling me to live somewhere else. Like, I’d leave a good home?”

 

                         

 

Old Mrs. Spider looks up from her weaving. “Yes,” she says in a weary voice. “But you know she’s not a giant. She’s just a normal human being, well, overweight, as I understand humans measure their bodies. And if she’s going to blow on us and ask us to live somewhere else, well…..I think she needs to brush her teeth.”

Mrs. Cockroach chuckles. “Indeed. We insects, maybe with the exceptions of fleas and termites, we don’t have bad breath. Blood-breath and wood-breath are sour! I was sitting on the wall in her bathroom, keeping an eye on things and telling the termites to get away from the window, and she just walks up. Doesn’t she know we insects and arachnids are protecting her house?”

Old Mrs. Spider tucks a stray thread into her pattern and turns away from her web. “Well, those old spells have worked for a long, long time, you know. I can remember….” She shakes her head. “But today the whole world’s gone wrong.”

“That’s for sure,” says Mrs. Cockroach. They hear a noise outside the back door and go to investigate, as is their duty.

What they find are the Queen Ant and her people. They’re doing close-order drills and making moving pictures on the path behind the house. When the two indoor insects tell the Queen Ant about the blowing and speaking coming from the giant—no, the human owner of the house—the Queen Ant just laughs. “Hahaha, that never did work with us, ya know. We can’t be bothered with humans. We’re artistes. And besides that, if we go inside the house, it’s just because we’re hungry and we smell whatever she’s feeding the cat. That’s some good food!”

“Now see here,” says Mrs. Cockroach, “there’s no need to be a smarty-pants. So to speak, as ants don’t wear pants. But, gee, look at the rhyme….”

She would say more about rhymes and artistes, but Old Mrs. Spider looks at the yard around them. It used to be a garden, but then the city began spraying something nasty, and then some other giant human began spraying something nastier on the garden and pretty soon, well it wasn’t a productive garden anymore. “They’re committing insecticide,” Old Mrs. Spider says.

“That’s right!” Mrs. Cockroach exclaims, and even the Queen Ant waves her antennae in agreement. “They have homicide—that’s killing men—that ‘cide’ part comes from one of their old languages and means cut down and kill, and now it’s insecticide—cutting us down and killing us.” She cuts off the growing lecture. “Don’t they realize the damage they’re doing?”

“You and your etymology,” the Queen Ant mutters. “I never thought school was that much fun. But you sure have a point. We’re parts of the Web of Life, every one of us, other tiny folks like us and big folks like those huge gray ones that mostly live in Africa. And everybody in between.”

“Yes,” says Mrs. Cockroach. “We’re the smart ones. But when do humans bother to listen to us? Remember what that cricket said to that wooden boy?”

“Always let your conscience be your guide!” the ants yell in a chorus. “And, Mrs. Cockroach, you’re what they call a bookworm!” She nods, and the chorus goes on. “Happiness is a butterfly. The fireflies keep the stars in their patterns. The lord of the flies may conquer a lion. Humans that use the internet have the attention spans of grasshoppers.” Everyone laughs at this one. “Relatives are scorpions. And just remember the story about poor old Gregor Samsa who turned into an insect and then—”

“Enough of that!” Old Mrs. Spider stops them. “Mankind—and it was the men, not the women—decided we were their enemies. They love to have enemies. Enemies give them reasons to feel superior. Sometimes they even invent enemies. And yes, we arachnids and you insects are all in danger. Our homes are in danger. Our livelihoods are in danger.”

Just then a bee comes buzzing by and settles on a bedraggled flower nearby. “Not much pollen these days,” the bee complains. “More bad news for the Queen.” He looks down at the gathering in the path. “Oh, hello, down there. I can tell you’re engaged in an important conversation.”

“We’re talking about the troubles we’re all facing,” says Mrs. Cockroach, waving him down to settle among them.

“You think you’ve got troubles!” he says with a loud buzz. “They’re sprayin’ stuff that’s killin’ us, and it gets in their food, too.  It’s just not right. We’re all related, you know. The Great One At The Beginning made us all, little folks like us and big folks like them. The First Queen…She loves us all. She gave us work to do, and now…well, the giants are wrecking everything.” He looks around. Everyone in the circle is nodding.

“I’m thinking it’s time for us to visit Grandmother Spider,” Old Mrs. Spider says. “Do you all agree?” When everyone nods again, she turns back to her web, sticks two of her hands in, plucks a handful of threads, and pulls on them.”

And they are all facing a bigger web. It’s the biggest web on the planet, possibly in the universe. Sitting in the center is She Who Holds The Knowledge. Grandmother Spider. She has heard the morning’s conversation. She raises two of Her hands in blessing to Her visitors and listens for a few minutes as they explain why they are all so concerned about the actions of the humans. And then She speaks.

“There was a great man who worked to save the forests. Here is what he wrote.” She weaves in her great web for a minute, then steps aside so Her visitors can read it.

Whenever we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

“His name was John Muir, and he was correct,” says Grandmother Spider. “We’re all kin. We must preserve the Great Web of Life. We must find a way to persuade all the giants to listen and believe. If the Web is torn, we will all be destroyed.”

 

Barbara Ardinger, Ph.D. (www.barbaraardinger.com), is a published author and freelance editor. Her newest book is Secret Lives, a novel about grandmothers who do magic.  Her earlier nonfiction books include the daybook Pagan Every DayFinding New Goddesses (a pun-filled parody of goddess encyclopedias), and Goddess Meditations.  When she can get away from the computer, she goes to the theater as often as possible—she loves musical theater and movies in which people sing and dance. She is also an active CERT (Community Emergency Rescue Team) volunteer and a member (and occasional secretary pro-tem) of a neighborhood organization that focuses on code enforcement and safety for citizens. She has been an AIDS emotional support volunteer and a literacy volunteer. She is an active member of the Neopagan community and is well known for the rituals she creates and leads.

 



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20 replies

  1. I guess these wise insects read The Silent Spring by Rachel Carson. It never ceases to amaze me that people continue to spray spray spray everything. Women and men, in homes and gardens and on farms.

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    • Yes, I immediately thought of Rachel Carson when I read the story…. and I am stunned that we can keep on spraying and spraying as if it wasn’t killing us too…

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      • Rachel Carson was spot-on correct, and the world may indeed become silent. Thanks to you both for reminding us of her work.

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        • Well Barbara Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring almost 60 years ago and no one was listening. They tried to turn her into a hysterical woman which just didn’t FIT… Your imaginative story does the same – I guess my question is always the same – will ANYTHING wake people up? As a nature writer I publish article after article to an apparently deaf audience,. Except for a few niches like FAR, some other naturalists, and some maverick scientists (also systematically dismissed) no one seems to be listening

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          • Not true that no one was listening. She spoke to Congress and environmental laws were enacted. But as Carson knew the pesticide industry and interests were and are very powerful.

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          • Carol I do know that she spoke out over and over and because of her the EPA came into being but this agency is presently rife with mis – information – what I meant was that the pesticide industry ridiculed her and the general public didn’t listen.

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  2. Did you eavesdrop in on a conversation I was having in my home and garden with my ants and beetles and spiders and ladybugs and bees? YES, John Muir and Rachel Carson, and all us smarter Spider women who know we’re all connected, we need to stick together and spread the message. I love this Barbara! Thank you.

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  3. Great tale Barbara!

    There is also the concept of Ecocide, which is finally gaining traction and desperately needs to be promoted before a complete collapse. https://www.stopecocide.earth/

    Also, my experience of spiders is just as you describe. Most saliently during the years I owned this house but was still living 4 hours away (but trying to be here permanently). Every time I visited and then was locking up to leave, I’d thank all the spiders assembled on the hall ceiling for keeping everything safe and untouched. Their radiating shield was palpable and strong. (I still thank and respect them wholeheartedly.)

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    • I have always respected spiders and cockroaches. Instead of slapping them to death, I blow gently and ask them to live out of sight and in safety. It’s an old technique (I have no idea where I first learned it) and it works.

      Yes, ecocide is going on all over the world, but right now, especially in Brazil where “Captain Chainsaw” (yes, Bolsonaro has called himself that) brags that money is more important than air. Ecocide, indeed!

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  4. As always a witty, pithy expression of plain truth! Thank you, Barbara!

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  5. Barbara, this is such a wonderful – terrible story – heartrending and so beautifully crafted. Thank you.

    “They’re sprayin’ stuff that’s killin’ us, and it gets in their food, too.”

    What will it take for us to start getting it?

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  6. Loved your post, Barbara.

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  7. Excellent story, Barbara! My mom moved in with me 6 years ago and was surprised that I wouldn’t let her use insecticides or Miracle Gro on my land. Only organic fertilizers for us. :) She also couldn’t understand why I let so much of my 6 acres be natural, but now she has come to appreciate the beautiful woods and fields. She still smashes the carpenter ants though when they come in the house. I do put down diatomaceous earth to deal with them, although I hate to do it. Maybe I should just blow on them and talk to them.

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  8. They are spraying my town with insecticide to kill mosquitoes as we speak, due to the resurgence of EEE. It is heartbreaking both that people are dying from EEE, and that the state thinks spraying something highly toxic to bees is the answer…

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    • I remember when I was growing up in Ferguson, MO, and these huge trucks would come through town spraying insecticides that covered everything that could possibly be living and growing. Looking back, I wonder how any human survived, much less insects and cats and dogs and plants. Yes, spraying is heartbreaking. Let’s all keep breathing! And save the bees!!

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  9. Barbara, such a lovely and sweet story to remind us that we are all connected and that we need to keep speaking that truth loudly. I spent the first 6 years of my life in a small town 90 miles south of New Orleans where the mosquitoes were very intense. The “fogger” would go up and down all the streets at dusk and we kids would run behind it playing in the “fog” of DDT. My weak spot health wise has always been my lungs….

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  10. A delightful true Old Wife’s Tale.Have you thought of publishing this as a Kiddie Lit book? Wonderful for children of all ages. Go for it!

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  11. A delightful true Old Wife’s Tale.Have you thought of publishing this as a Kiddie Lit book? Wonderful for children of all ages. Go for it!
    xxMama Donna

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  12. Very nice story, Barbara. I’m with the bugs, myself. Had to convince a neighbor NOT to wipe away the spider webs over their heads outlide. Outside is where they live (duh) and they keep the flies in check. Happy to discover they protect my ome as well. Thank you !

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  13. I love this so much, Barbara. Tallessyn has talked about the “voiceless cry of otherkind,” in her liberation theology, and here you give them voices and honor. Thank you, this is truly beautiful. Poignant and urgent. <3

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