Too often we find ourselves stuck in a bubble at Chapel Hill. When we spend the majority of our time around the same people at the same school in the same major with the same interests, it’s easy to feel as though everyone is competing for the same jobs, the same accolades, the same opportunities.
This past Saturday, the bubble popped as I found myself watching a line of smiling people up to their elbows in buckets of cockroaches.
Raleigh’s BugFest, hosted by the N.C. Museum of Natural Sciences, is a celebration of all things arthropod. Armed with nothing but friends more adventurous than I, a hashtag for live tweeting (#KrugBüg) and the comforting knowledge the event was sponsored by Terminix (settling my fears of a cricket uprising in protest of Café Insecta), I left Chapel Hill behind for a day of bugs.
Now I don’t have the best track record with bugs. Last Spring Break I took a trip to Florida only to be stung by a bee in my first step onto the beach. Last month a wingless but enthusiastic cicada buzzed around my kitchen for half an hour. This morning a bee got stuck in my hair.