We need to stop driving – even if it means that we shut down the economy – until bugs go dormant in the winter.
Fly fishermen are the true heroes of our day, using artificial bugs to catch bass and trout. I don’t know what you call it, but I call it – respect.
Think about that bug when it splats on your windshield and ask yourself, “Should I really be driving?”
I know that some of you are asking what sort of tribute I’ve personally given to bugs lately. What iconic move have I made to show that bugs need to be respected.
This is transfer case shifter knob from my old and dirty Toyota FJC, well used on the back trails of this great nation. And on it sits a BUG (a scorpion, because scorpion lives matter) perched atop it, encased in lucite, as a lasting tribute.