Consider the slow creeping horror of a spring with no insects. The uncanny unspecified silence of the night. The emptiness and around you the whole ecosystem would be failing from the bottom up... without making a single sound.

You might make it to fall, maybe through the first winter but beyond that? When the soil fails? When most of the birds and river fish are gone?

It would be the end, but how many would notice it had begun?

So this is why I rejoice when I see the ants again. When the bees return, and even maybe the mosquitos (some of them) and the shy beetles, and the gnats to tiny too name.

@futurebird I love living where they never go away. Late December at the shore and we could watch ants running around on the sand, see where the bees had dug down to do whatever it is they do down there... hear the grasshoppers wings buzz as they fly.

I love it!

@futurebird I was out weeding my garden on the oddly warm day that was today and a couple of bees came by to say hello. It's always nice to see them.