An insect writes a letter to people on Earth.
I think it’s about time that you gave us insects some love and respect. Yea, that’s right—lots of you guys don’t love insects, and I think it’s plain wrong. After all, what’s not to love? We’re pretty amazing. Forget the Wright brothers—did you know that insects were the first animals to fly, millions of years before birds and bats did?
Perhaps not all of us look that lovable to your human eyes, with our skeletons being on the outside of our bodies and all, but once you get to know us, you’ll see how beautiful we really are. You don’t need soft fur and big melting eyes and pupils and irises to be cute. How about segmented legs and compound eyes, instead?
And yeah, yeah, I already know that you guys love butterflies. Who doesn’t love Mr. and Ms. Photogenic, flitting and fluttering by on their brilliantly colored wings? And we all know how popular bees are with you humans, pollinating your plants and making honey and all. You guys have even domesticated them, and that’s pretty rare for an insect.
But you just don’t give the rest of us enough love. Bees aren’t the only insects that pollinate plants, for example—flies, beetles, and moths do, too. All I’m saying is that insects are pretty important. We help break down dead plants and animals and other waste—without us, many animals would starve. And I’ve already mentioned how important we are to plants as pollinators.
Sure, just like everybody else, we’ve got some bad guys—well, bad to your human eyes—there are insects that chew up your crops, and insects like mosquitoes that bite you and pass on dangerous diseases like malaria. But, believe it or not, people eat insects too. In some parts of the world, we’re considered quite the delicacy — everyone says we’re high in protein —not that I’m encouraging you to find out!
Actually, the more I think about it, you really need us a lot more than we need you. We’ve been on Earth for much longer than you humans have, and we’ll probably be around when you’re gone. Not that I’m gloating about it or anything. (Ok, maybe just a little.)
Anyway, the next time you see any of my brothers or sisters, don’t swat or step on them—give them some love. If you can’t love them, at least give them a little respect.