Gritty and terse, both Earwig and Worms by Olivia Alexander experiment in the style of Charles Bukowski, poet-king of creepy crawlies. What is it about insect life that we find so repugnant? Is it too alien, too invasive, too low; or is it too like our own condition, too much a reminder of our own worth, our futility and viciousness? Burrow with us into those dark, private spaces where the bugs live.