The graphic in my previous entry made me remember something.
Eler Beth tolerates most bugs nowadays, except crickets, bees, and wasps. And she has no problem handling worms and never has. (Actually she'll handle a cricket if she's using it for bait.) But when she was very young she would scream at the sight of a bug. My father didn't know this.
When she was a toddler we were visiting my parents' house one day, and she had brought along a small magnifying glass of Andrew's. She was walking around with my father "examining" a lot of things. They were on the back porch and my father, to whom she had given the magnifying glass, pointed to a small bug crawling around on the floor. I have no idea what kind of bug it was, but he was unwise enough to hold the magnifying glass over it as he drew her attention to it.
Those of us in the house heard a bloodcurdling scream, followed by a rapid and sustained pounding of the porch boards. By the time we got outside my father was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his cheeks, and the bug was, in my father's words, nothing but a grease stain.
She had grabbed the magnifying glass out of Papaw's hand and beat the poor bug to death. It must have looked huge to her through that lens.
Up to two weeks before his death my dad was still telling that story and laughing.
5 comments:
Good for her!! I like a gal who takes her bug killing seriously!
be well,
Dawn
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Cute entry! Paula
God Bless Him!
aaawww...thats too cute! :o)
Lisa
Cute story. Seems like bugs make most kids nervous at some point in their lives, then my grandson Dante got fascinated with them, and spent his time trying to capture them in bottles with holes in the lid. From his behavior I learned about boys and their bugs. Once he caught a butterfly with his net. He was so proud of himself. He was very young at the time Gerry
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