I squash a lightning bug and smear its glowing pieces across my cheeks. The killing is a dare, and within the adolescent caste system, I become a warrior. But beyond this June night, boldness is no triumph. Parents swat brazen children. Entomologists place lids on jars and pin down grasshoppers.

~ Carolee Sherwood @ qarrtsiluni

Also, the tragically out of print Still Life With Insects by Brian Kiteley.