Twenty years ago today, I learned how utterly powerless we insects are in the face of a planet getting totally fucking massive bugfuck pissed. I saw the Fist of God smash buildings, destroy homes, wreck ecologies, lay waste to majestic rows of organic life that had stood for centuries, and leave the allegedly most advanced race of beings in this world shivering, hungry, abandoned, and powerless. You think we rule this world? This world LAUGHS at us. In bare fractions of a thought our Earth can and will leave us annihilated for shits and giggles. Hurricane Andrew wasn’t simply a devastating storm. It was a fucking reminder of who REALLY owns this land. HINT: it ain’t us. It never was.