Catherine Chalmers seems to have a vendetta.
Cockroaches as Shadow and Metaphor
Catherine Chalmers's SoHo apartment is alive with the sound of imminent death. Crickets, food for a rubbery green tree frog, chirp loudly. The frog sits in a terrarium, a big grin on its face. What's not to smile about? Plenty of other food, a horde of crawling mealworms, is nearby.
By Sarah Boxer
New York Times
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Thursday, May 08, 2003