Snakebite

  Have you ever felt the urge to read someone's essay about insect eating? Well, today, my friend, is your extremely lucky day. I can almost guarantee you'll never find one quite like it! This is one of my first major essays. I don't think you care about my homework but if you're curious what my nonfiction writing style looks like, here it is. I won't lie and say I'm not at least a little proud of it. Oh, a quick note: My footnotes didn't copy over, so my claims look unsourced. My bibliography is at the end but they're disconnected. In the actual article, obviously, my sources were properly cited! We Have Always Eaten Bugs The Worm’s Eye View Bernadino de Sahagún arrived in Mexico in 1529, a mere 8 years after the collapse of the Aztec empire. From Veracruz he traveled to Mexico-Tenochtitlan; a city now in the midst of a furious reconstruction planned by Alonso Garcia Bravo. Much of the city had been rebuilt in the Spanish style, but portions of the old ...

  Do you remember the first time you knew the wrong thing to do, and chose to do it anyhow? A thing where the morality was clear, and perhaps the expedience was not even so great; the choice was simply wickedness, or not. And you chose wickedness? Did it make your blood tingle? Did your eyes widen, if only a little? Did you feel the electric fire racing up your gut?  I recall the first time I chose to sin. I remember the first time I chose sin. I remember my blood tingling, I remember my eyes widening, I remember the electric fire racing up and through me and out of me into the world around me, alighting it with ugly orange beauty.  Did you feel shame? I felt shame. There would be no fun if there was no shame; the cold stab in the heart that persisted well after the humming orange light had faded. I trembled and wept. Did you wail? Have you wailed? I have wailed. I have sworn and sobbed, and yes, felt bitter pain over the way I am. But in that wailing there was acceptance...