no beetles here..

there are few more beautiful things in the world than people who love roaches. who coo at wasps and see the beauty in an ant nest.

i promise the map of salamander diversity is not what you expect

poem about a spider climbing on the wall and you think it’s one of those feel-good release-it-outside-don’t-kill-it poems but then it abruptly switches to talking about seizing it in your jaws and how crispy and fatty the spider is and you realize it was written by N°11 the large female house centipede who of course is a brilliant poet (all house centipedes are because they eat silverfish, and those eat old books of poems, and knowledge is transferred through the paper and flesh) and now you’re oddly hungry

like, the first time I ever saw this I laughed so hard I started choking on spit but it's just not the kind of thing you can share with the average person in your life. this world is so cruel