My new article about a few of my favorite things–the south, evolution, heat, and of course roaches–is now up at Scientific American
The sticky Southern summer heat makes me slightly insane. It’s an agitation that grows deep within me as the season ripens, and the humidity and temperature rise in equal fashion. This heat has been both a blessing and a curse throughout my life. The giver of swims in the local creek and refreshing mint juleps is also the giver of 20-pound sweat drenched t-shirts and late summer landscapes browned and brittle as death itself. As Mrs. Pearson states it’s a “pregnant heat.” No doubt ready to burst forth with “lost dreams and wayward souls.”
This intense steamy heat, so taxing for me, is a dream for another wayward soul–the cockroach…
