But they keep showing up, (the fake ones) in my work, on my things, as my jewelry. I've been an emotional entomologist, in that I'm weak on the science, and throw a lot of emotion at them instead. I've had some amazing insect experiences, most during a summer in Maine, and terrible ones, involving palmetto bugs dropping on my head from ceiling fans and popping up out of drains. (and shoes, and pockets, and cups). So it's a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I'll find an ant colony raising their young on the back porch, millions of them, and freak, but admire their strength and tenacity and ingenuity at the same time. Well, no, not at the same time they're crawling up my arms. Later. Much later.