I’m going 2 be so real with yall—Sunday of Dashcon was some of the worst pain I’ve ever been in due to my eye injury. There was so much that happened behind the scenes that morning to get me upright and out the door looking presentable and acting somewhat coherent. And in the end, it was the power of friendship and power of bug autism that got me to the con and sitting up on that table to run Bug Ass.
My conservation biologist senses were going off, and I could sense some shady bug related activity was going on that weekend, and for me that was like a mother needing to lift a car off her child. But in my case, the car was me running bug ass when I felt like passing out due to pain. And my child was all of the convention attendees who needed bug education. I did feel highly vindicated when someone point blank admitted bug crimes haha.
But thank you to everyone who came to that panel, and thank you especially to my Ant Hill (Abby, Kiki, Reagan, Payton, Daria, and Peter Pepper) for helping me when I was in so much pain, and also doing my silly bug ass ant dance battle.
4ever laying down my grape scented pheromone trails for u
