a biologist. My third memory, when I was three, is of my mother
pointing at a patch of bark on a maple tree in Cleveland. I was
just a little kid, just looking at bark. But she moved her finger,
and an underwing moth that was camouflaged against the tree fluttered
its wings in a bright flash of red and black. That image of life
erupting out of the insensate background stands out very clearly
in my early life. It was my first entomological encounter and
there has been no doubt at any point in my life as to my love
of living creatures, extending to all life in a very direct way.
I have never questioned that love.