Tyler Kalmakoff

Consider the dragonfly. Insects that fly and don’t bite you, but eat other insects that fly and bite you ought to be treated nice. I see it on my farm all the time. The dragonflies are your bodyguard. Their mouths are like conveyor belts, a constant delivery of food. And Jesus, you’d swear fighter pilots are flying them. You watch and can’t help but think of dog-fighting in old war movies.

I was thinking about animals and insects today—for more reasons than I care to expound on—and decided for a minute that they were at a severe disadvantage, unable to verbally pass down history and experience, therefore limiting their advancement. But then I realized humans can, though we never fully grasp that history anyway.

The dragonflies are welcome on my farm. I’ve noticed they have legs, but can’t walk. They’re just landing gear and for grasping. Funny insects. Then on certain days they just disappear. It must be something with the weather. I’m not sure they handle it all too well. You just hope that while they are around they enjoy the warm sun and have some good flights.