Knitting love back together since 1986
Have you ever noticed how a woodlouse always seems to be either in the late stages of pregnancy or in the process of giving birth? It’s as if the gestation period for a woodlouse is the time it takes for you to pick them up and just after you blink and re-open your eyes to see the dozens of albino-like specks popping out of its belly.
My knowledge of woodlice is very limited. There are videos of me munching on them as a child but after that, it’s as if they sought their psychological revenge by instilling the fear of God into me whenever they came near. I still sometimes have nightmares where I wake up and I’m writhing around in my bed trying to escape a herd of them from collectively giving birth to all their devil children on my pillow.
In order to confront my fear, I decided to make a felt woodlouse, complete with all its offspring in a convenient zippable womb. My experiment didn’t work. The fear is still there and so are the nightmares.