i released the katydid. she came out from between the panes and i picked her up. she was slightly entangled in spider thread and i the threads stuck to my fingers. when i opened the fire escape door she flew away. i wonder where and how smoothly she landed from descending 15 stories. i've heard of spiders riding their webs lie magic carpets as high as airplanes in the jetstream. insects may remind us of something we've forgotten, they may remember us when we are gone and they live in our houses with our ghosts.