Stridulation

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Stridulation

“I never kill insects--karma is everything.”

--Holly Valance.

After a Kafka nightmare, one could awaken as

a cockroach. After a honied summer dream, one

could go all Zen, and awaken as a cricket--but 

stay out of Asia where deep fried crickets are 

snacks. Gosh, you could go on a picnic with your

grasshopper cousins. After the feed, you could

gather up a couple dozen friends, get some 

mini-bats and play English cricket. You could

apply for a job selling wireless phones. You

could become a Disney celebrity, hosting his

show along with Tinkerbell, learning the lyrics

to “When You Wish Upon A Star”. I first met

Jiminey in 1950, watching a 12” round TV

screen.

Karmically, it could be interesting to be a cricket,

rather than a rock, or a tree, or a slug. You would

live a jam-packed short life without emotion. You

could choose from 900 species. You could live

about anywhere, as long as it’s warm. Sex would

be your primary focus. If you were male, you could

be a wonderful singer in a nightly chorus that 

might make Mormons envious. If you were female,

you could enjoy your control over the drooling

rutting males--as per usual.

Flies lay larva on

the backs of singing crickets;

an insect duo.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub