Bugs

The Wild Traveler likes bugs: Some bugs will survive after the end of history – the real deal, not the pol sci theory – some are nutritious and tasty – not knowing which ones, makes the thrill even bigger – and some have superbug powers, able to carry their weight many times over.

The Wild Traveler is particular to those bugs that smell like home cooked meals when they start to toast on his car engine: veal and mashed potatoes, fried fish or strawberries and whipped cream. The Wild Traveler is not sure which bug smells what, or why they always smell like food and never like old socks left inside imitation leather sneakers, but is grateful for those little creatures whose desire for warmth or accidental path results in a homey tickle in his nostrils.

But of all the bugs in all the world, the Wild Traveler loves those that decorate his car hood and windshield: Those little green, yellow and, occasionally, red splashes of colour bring back memories of forests and valleys, middle-of-nowhere nights and crack of dawn drives. They keep reminding the Wild Traveler what cars were really made for: to be taken out in the open road, to be used as tools of discovery and amazement, to carry dreams and expectations. And, as an added bonus, those tiny remains of Life’s most awesome children, could well be an – alas! lost forever- proof of extraterrestial life.