Insect populations are dropping precipitously around the globe. Twenty years ago, when I opened the kitchen window for a few seconds at night, a dense cloud of moths and beetles would pour in. Today, it’s down to two or three mosquitoes. I can't remember when I last had to stop the car to scrub dead bugs off the windshield. With COVID, Trump, and West Coast fires raging, what better time to find out what’s still bustling in the neighborhood? It’s my attempt to claim exemption from Nobel laureate Louise Glück’s dictum: “We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.”
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