It ain’t easy being this big and – let’s face it – ugly.
For a start, I think the editor had wanted some supermodel butterfly to introduce this issue. Perhaps she was busy, so they made do with me. Anyway, by the time this is published, I won’t even be around…
I’m not complaining! I had many exciting years as a grub. My days were mainly spent under a rock in a stream, eating insects. I looked totally different in my immature state, of course. I was pretty much what you’d imagine a dobsonfly to look like in larva form – NOT very pretty. The clue’s in my many names: hellgrammite, grampus, go-devil, toe-biter or, my personal favourite, crawlerbottom. Which describes my daily routine on the riverbed fairly accurately, as…
