
Responding to the apparently anonymous article
If You Can Eat Crickets, You Can Save The Planet
The article sends some puzzled thoughts crawling through my aging brain.
My understanding of science on the origin of Homo sapiens indicates that we, humans, originated about 250,000 years ago, nearly naked apes on the continent we now call Africa, (probably not nearly as well dressed or well groomed as the picture I randomly pilfered from the Web that may appear above). (memo to everybody the World Wide Web is imaginary and you are hallucinating you are reading my Medium post.)
We lived in small tribes of 150 individuals (Dunbar’s Number), barely surviving on cunning, viciousness, and omnivore ambivalence.
As everyone knows now in century 21, there was no garden of eden but the myth represents a dim collective memory of a time when Homo sapiens was most suited our environment.
The title about crickets triggers a pet peeve. Humans, at least not yet, are not going to destroy our planet. We may destroy our species. Take your pick of possible means. Nuclear warfare. Engineered viral plagues. Such methods (and I am sure you, smarter than I am, can envision more) would be rapid species suicide.
But like our current meme for slow food, can you not envision

Slow species Suicide?
Allegedly there are 7.5 billion humans. Ants are more numerous than humans. Ants (except in science fiction films) are small, have predators (including competing ant nests), and are kind of limited in their intelligence.
Very very unlikely ants are going to drive the ant species extinct.
We cunning humans, a lot bigger, and a lot more self destructive, are working on it.

We are trying to save ourselves and destroy ourselves.
It is a close race. We might die of starvation. Or we might engage in cricket farming and feast on cricket burgers
Try this with a little better preparation and marking.
Watch out for confusion among the game cricket, the insect cricket, and so on.
You are intelligent. You can figure it out.
While I am wasting your time.
Eat a cricket. It won’t poison you.
Endorse my 24 hours of silence project for December 31, 2018. We start with 1 second of silence on Jan 1, 2018. It’s absurd and impossible. That is our middle name as a species. Let me know you are on board and tell me your impossible meme dream. You scratch mine and I will pet yours.
