Being cold is something I dread all the time. I absolutely hate it with all of my being, and live for the warmth of summer. So I choose to hibernate in my room and never leave. It's the easiest thing possible. Therefore, if I were a bug and had to be outside all winter, I would want to be in the stage of an egg. This way I wouldn't be capable of knowing how cold it is outside, and just be able to chill in my egg casing underground, all warm and cozy. Then as spring comes, with the flowers I would emerge my beautiful self, and start my life right. Being in a cocoon like the praying mantis we found wouldn't be terrible either, but you are still around the elements of the cold. This would not be fun to me in any way at all. Yet it would be a step above freezing my body, and sleeping under a leaf. Who would choose that? I guess Walt Disney. But he doesn't count.
Then again maybe changing the composition of your body, adding alcohol, would give you a nice buzz and keep you a little warmer. Yet you would have to make sure you didn't touch any water or your whole body would freeze, and that's the end of you.
Long story short, being a bug just sounds awful, and I'll choose my nice little cave in New Men's 257 for the winter.
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