PROLOGUE HALLIE Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect? A butterfly in Brazil flaps its wings, and that tiny motion creates small changes in the atmosphere. Those changes make other, bigger weather changes and so on until eventually a tornado barrels through some random town far away in Oklahoma. If you live there, your life literally gets turned upside down. And it''s all because a small butterfly flapped its wings thousands of miles away. One seemingly unimportant thing can make big changes. That happened to me the first time I ate a bug. Everything changed. Not just for me--for Jaye, too.
Only we didn''t know it then. I''ve eaten a thousand bugs by now. I''ve had them fried and sautéed. I''ve baked them into cookies. I''ve mashed them into guacamole and sprinkled them on yogurt. I''ve had them with hot sauce, with melted cheese, and with chocolate. (When it comes to bugs, dark chocolate beats milk chocolate, in case you''re wondering.) My first bug was just a regular, plain bug.
I hadn''t planned to eat it. But sometimes you do a totally unexpected thing, and it sparks ideas and brings people together in wild ways. As I said, total butterfly effect. But with a cricket. Chapter 1 HALLIE "Ewww! That''s the grossest thing ever!" Even though I stood on the far side of the exhibit, it didn''t take any great genius to know who was squealing. The chorus of giggles and gasps gave Erica Sanchez away. Erica is the girl in our grade who kids orbit around like backup singers, providing a soundtrack of constant approval. "That chimp is picking bugs out of the other chimp''s hair and eating them!" cried Erica.
All eyes turned to the three chimps sitting on the tree limb. I chewed my lip as I watched them groom one another with their humanlike fingers. Their enclosure at the Brookdale Zoo was supposed to mimic a rain forest. I seriously doubted these chimps thought this was any kind of real rain forest. I''m not sure how I feel about zoos. When I see the animals trapped inside the cages, I get supremely sad. But I do like watching them. Is that bad? I mean, they''re just so amazing.
The chimps have the sweetest-looking eyes. The summer I was six, I visited the zoo all the time. Dad''s a photographer, and he was working on a series that showed an animal in the zoo and then the same animal living the free life outdoors. Dad''s photographs make statements. They''re dramatic. Eye-opening. I like that. I''m all for making statements.
"Sanchez, don''t move!" Spencer Montan screamed loud enough for the whole sixth grade to hear. He reached his finger into Erica''s long, dark braid. "I''ve got it." Spencer cupped his hands together. They twitched as if something inside was fighting to get free. "What is it?" Erica''s brown eyes widened with fear. "Was it on me?" Spencer smirked mischievously, keeping his hands shut tight. I edged closer.
"Ewww!" Samara Matthews shuddered dramatically. "Gross," echoed Jaye Wu. She twisted a strand of her long black hair tightly around her finger. Neither of them could''ve possibly seen what he''d captured, but that didn''t matter. Jaye and Samara traveled in Erica''s shadow, oohing and aahing as if on cue. From what I could tell, Jaye always seemed to be a beat behind Samara. Of course, I barely knew them. It was only the end of September, so most of us at Brookdale Middle School hadn''t ventured far from our elementary-school groups.
Not that I''ve ever had a group. I''m not a group-friend kind of person. It was always just me and Zara--we liked it like that. But Zara moved to Canada this summer. We tried to convince her parents not to go. We even painted a massive sign on a bedsheet that said "Let Zara Stay!" and hung it in front of their house. It was my idea to make a public statement. It didn''t work.
They went anyway and took Zara with them. So it''s just me now. I watched Spencer and Erica out of the corner of my eye. I was curious about what was jumping inside Spencer''s hands. "Do you want to see? One . two . three!" He raised his hands and opened them wide. I didn''t see anything.
I blinked, sure I''d missed it. "There''s nothing there." Erica wrinkled her snub nose. "Gotcha!" Spencer doubled over with laughter. "You totally fell for it, Sanchez." "My man!" Raul Cortez slapped Spencer a high five. Erica gave Spencer a playful shove. He grinned stupidly at her.
I turned back to the chimps. Spencer was an idiot. "My students, over here." Mrs. Marcelli clapped her hands several times for attention. "We''re heading to the Reptile Rotunda." "My classes, follow me." Mrs.
Stein didn''t clap or raise her voice. The sixth-graders who had Mrs. Stein for science already knew not to mess with her. She was always complaining about the amount of material we had to cover. She banned questions that were off topic, because they ate into the time she''d allotted for the lesson. That''s a huge problem for me. I mean, why bother going to school if you can''t ask questions? I could just sit home and read a book. Albert Einstein said it''s important to be "passionately curious," and I totally agree.
Guess who''s my least favorite teacher? Exactly. "Where are we going?" I asked as I followed Mrs. Stein down several zoo pathways. "The Bug House." Mrs. Stein stopped outside a terra-cotta building with a sign that exclaimed "Abuzz with Wonder!" She held up her hand like a traffic guard. "Wait for the others, Hallie." I pulled my listbook and my cobalt blue pen from my backpack.
School involves massive amounts of waiting and lining up, so I carry my listbook everywhere. It''s a small black notebook with thick, creamy paper. My dad bought an enormous carton of them on sale years ago, and we''ve got dozens still piled in the corner of our dining room. I fill them with lists. Lists let you see everything swirling around in your brain. I flipped back a few pages to the ones I''d made this week: - Mythical Creatures I Most Want to Meet (griffin is #1) - Most Excellent Condiments (sriracha pulls top honors) - Animals I''d Turn Into If I Could Shape-Shift (liger wins, but cheetah is a close second) I started a new list: Cool Things I Know about Insects *1. Their bodies have 3 parts: a head,thorax, and abdomen. *2.
They have 6 legs. So spiders (8 legs!)and worms (no legs!) aren''t insects. *3. They have 2 antennae. "Why''s it called a thorax?" I asked Mrs. Stein. "I bet we can find someone inside who can answer you." Mrs.
Stein pushed open the door. I shut my listbook, tucked it into my backpack, and stepped into the darkness. My eyes took a minute to focus on the dozens of terraria set into the walls. Each housed different bugs--stick insects, ants, roaches, and beetles. "Gather round, kids." A tall guy with wire-rimmed glasses and messy blond hair stood in the center of the large room. He wore a khaki shirt with the zoo''s logo on the front. "I''m Dr.
Bugatti, but everyone calls me Dr. Bug." I laughed. So did a bunch of other kids. "I''m an entomologist--that''s a scientist who studies bugs," said Dr. Bug. "Everyone, be as quiet as you can and listen." A gradual chorus of buzzing and chirping rose up from the different corners of the room.
Dr. Bug walked us past the different displays--a tarantula crawling on a rock, a praying mantis camouflaged by a leaf, and caterpillars that would soon transform into monarch butterflies. My eyes kept going back to the enormous tarantula. It looked strangely cuddly, like a pet. I had this weird desire to touch its furry body. As I watched it take tiny steps, I completely tuned out Dr. Bug and the class as they examined colorful beetles. When I''m interested in something, I commit fully (sometimes too fully, my mom says).
"Okay, now my favorite part. Snack time!" announced Dr. Bug. "Who wants to eat insects?" That got my attention. I whirled around to see Dr. Bug lift a small box off a shelf. "Seriously? You want us to eat bugs?" Ava Baltimore shook her head so violently, her braids quivered. "I do.
They''re delicious." Dr. Bug smiled broadly, but I could tell he wasn''t joking. He held out the box, and we crowded closer. Crickets was written on the side in colorful bubble letters. A little window revealed small brown insects inside. "You may think this is strange, but it''s not. Around the world, more people eat insects than speak English.
They are an important and sustainable food source, especially as the world''s population explodes and there''s not enough clean water or land to feed so many humans. Think of crickets like land shrimp. Shrimp and lobster are really just giant sea bugs." Erica groaned. "That doesn''t help." &.