Tuesday, September 13, 2011
a bug's life
we have a budding entymologist in our house. everyday we wakes up and tells me in a semi-awake way, "today looks like a great day for bug collecting." it doesn't matter if the sun is shining or you can't see 6 inches in front of your face for the fog: it's a good day for capturing insects. actually, as it turns out, it's always a good time for others to catch bugs: parents, friends, brothers, etc. still, he loves the idea of it, and so we've got containers with bugs in various states of ill-health stowed all around the garage. morally, i feel like i should be going through some amount of remorse or at least pity for these little multi-legged creatures, but i can't say that i do. i mean, they could get eaten by something much bigger than them, and end up as lining the inside of a spider's abdomen, or they could die intact and end up with a pin through them under the admiring gaze of a 6-year old. if i were a beetle near the milinovich house, i know which one i'd choose: the shiny pin and future of show-and-tell. heck, it even looks like isaiah's vision of the new earth: the spider shall lie down with the beetle and the yellowjacket shall recline with the grasshopper. it's peaceful, isn't it? so, rest in peace, bugs. enjoy your new-found life of fame.