“What is…? Kill it! Wait, is it dragging my tennis racket?!” Growing up, I’d never seen a cockroach. When I moved to NYC, a few fellows warned of these critters, telling fables about the roaches flying, eating through concrete…and dragging tennis rackets. I’d snicker. I don’t snicker anymore. After a

The first time I went to the Natural History Museum at the Smithsonian, I spent about thirty seconds looking at the Hope Diamond. Then I went and spent at least a half an hour staring at bugs in glass tanks. Don’t get me wrong, I love shiny things. But I