“It just isn’t working.”
His dirt-ingrained fingers rake through his grizzled grey hair.
“The fertiliser’s feckin’ useless these days, so the crops can’t thrive… and while they’re sanitising insecticides to the point where they no longer work, pests are becoming hardier than ever.”
“We’re saving the planet… I get that… but who for? There’ll be no food… unless we start to eat insects.”
They listen to the skittering of god-knows-what on the roof, and the furtive scratching of mandibles beneath the door.
He starts to sob.
“And the insects… they know that.”
You hear a lot of talk about eating insects these days, don’t you? Just sayin’… Thanks to Rochelle for leading Friday Fictioneers every week, we’re all very grateful for what you do.