I work at a farm that produces live feed, mostly for pet stores and zoos. I've been working there full-time for a year-ish, amd I have experience with the production of Tenebrio spp. (mealworm beetles), Galleria spp. (waxworm moths), and Acheta spp. (house crickets). This includes every stage of the life cycle: egg + larva + pupa + adult for the "worms", and egg + nymph + adult for the crickets. The "worms" are sold as larvae for optimum nutritional value and trophic return-on-input, whereas the crickets are sold as adults. My job is one of the "dirty jobs" at the farm. Well, everyone's job there is dirty, but I'm one of the ones scooping feed, breathing clouds of bug shit, handling the product and sometimes having it crawl all over us, being swarmed by moths and beetles and flies, and dodging cockroaches. It's not as terrible as it might sound but it's definitely not clean.

This is a throwaway account that I'll be checking as much as I can today and tomorrow and maybe Monday too. I do not do push notifications or phone notifications and I'm not extremely online enough to respond to everything within 5 minutes, but I'll be logged on at least once an hour for this today. I will respond to every single question if I can, it just might take awhile. If you know or have an inkling of what my main is, shh, plz dun dox. After this AMA is complete I may abandon this account, I only made it for this (plus the bit).

To clear a few things up, YES, I have eaten the product, and YES, I do have a deep hatred for the careerist, corporate-ladder-climbing administrative class. Any other resemblences to a similar username are coincidental.

-WwF

  • flowernet [none/use name]
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    3 years ago

    how would you like it if bugs grew you as an efficient and protein rich food source?

    • wax_worm_futures [comrade/them]
      hexagon
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      3 years ago

      Bugs are not a particularly efficient protein source, and neither am I.

      When I die I wouldn't care if bugs ate me. But I have the (cursed?) ability to dread my own death or other forms of my undoing. I can distinguish myself aesthetically and behaviorally from every other member of my species. I can do this because I have a CNS with millions of thousands of neurons, not just a few thousand.

      Who's to say that a carrot or a nice allium doesn't want to die? You have to draw the line somewhere, and I draw the line at having a brain that is developed enough to recognize specific individuals, solve problems, conceptualize itself and others.

      For a good-faith discussion on the subject, see @Owl's comment and the exchange there.