Today I visited a small silk farm where they raise cicadas (not silkworms) to produce silk. The living insects are raised until the wrap themselves in silk fibre which amounts to about 3000 feet per insect. Then they drop it in hot water and string it up to a rotating wheel that collects the long single fibre. The creatures wriggle and squirm like crazy. Some do not survive the ordeal. Thousands of yards are collected andthe weaving begins.
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