The response to Insect Day at Dawyck has been fascinating. No other creatures are killed with so little compunction, yet serve so many useful functions: from silk production to pollination of our food plants and the survival of our trees.
Even Taneda Santoka, a Zen Buddhist and poet gave them a hard time:
now I’m alone
flies on the flypaper
start in buzzing
Am I the only person to find even bluebottles fascinating and beautiful in their iridescent clustering?