About four years ago, in the innocent and shining days of 2017, I decided to start writing a series of essays on Buffy. I wanted to track the show through every episode, analyse the themes and desires of the series, see how they morph and shift through the seasons. I opened up my DVDs, popped in Welcome to the Hellmouth, and set to taking notes. I scratched down all the little thoughts and ideas that occurred as I watched, carrying on through The Harvest and Witch, eager to fill my brain with the whole season before I sat down to write, noticing new themes and parallels, brimming with eagerness and love for this show.
And then I reached Teacher’s Pet.
Insect Reflection 