Grabbing my dragonfly ID book, I always hit the outback right about now for a rolling read on these comely and tasty insects. Yes, tasty. No, I wouldn’t eat one if it was the last female on Earth. But the growing bands of survivalists living in the deep Pines love the hell outta them, either a la carte or with, say, green cranberries and any number of assorted larvae.

Now and again, I come upon these skittish survivalists nervously feeding in fields and meadows – dragonfly wings often stuck to…