Sunday, November 18, 2007

Even Bugs Need a Proper Burial

My son loves bugs. No wait, he doesn't love bugs, he LOVES bugs.

While sitting at the restaurant the other night, I noticed he was only using one hand to eat and the other hand was in a fist and he was being very careful not to bump it. Not knowing if I really wanted to know, I finally asked him what was in his fist. Again, I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but knew I had to ask.

He slowly opened his fist, and I mean SLOWLY, as I think he wasn't sure if he was going to be in trouble or not. Inside his closed fist was a moth, a wounded moth; my son brought a wounded moth into a restaurant. Arrrgggg! He told me he found it on the sidewalk and it was hurt and he wanted to help it. I told him he couldn't have it in the restaurant so he offered to go wait outside. He would rather wait outside with his little moth friend than eat dinner. I told him him no, to stay put, and to keep the moth in his hand and we would get our food to go. Our waitress stopped by about this time and luckily she must have been a bug lover too, as she got him a to-go cup and they put the hurt moth inside. Awww.

That night my son put a wet cotton ball in for water and gave it a leaf to eat. I think he checked on it once or twice throughout the night. The moth only lived about one more day, and my son gave it a proper burial. A proper bug burial consists of an empty toilet paper roll for the casket with its name written on it, and wrapped in toilet paper. He digs a little hole and buries it. Someday, someone in the future is going to discover our bug cemetery and will have a good wonder at what the heck was buried.

My son has since moved on to crickets and he buys those little feeder crickets that other people use to feed their pets. He gets very upset when people feed them to other animals, it would be like giving a puppy to a lizard, or at least it is in his eyes. Crickets are only eight cents each so I can't complain about the price. Oh, yes, he does buy them cricket food and water and even cleans out their cage. They are so gross and I can't stand them, but to see my son taking care of them makes me happy and makes him happy thinking he is saving the crickets. I guess there are worse things a boy could do.
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Kitty said...

Ha! I'm so glad it's not just me and my kids ... my daughter has a thing for creepy crawlies - we have had numerous pet snails (and funerals for same), a pet earwig, and a pet woodlouse.

Take care :-) x

hayley-emsley said...

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Love your blog, can't wait to read more!

Hayley

BusyDad said...

Wow! that is some real compassion there. Nurture that trait - it is rare. As a former kid, I can say that the allure of simply squishing a bug is a hard thing to overcome. He even gave it a cotton ball and proper burial? That's one lucky moth. A moment of silence, please.

Moody said...

My sister is just like this---and she's 47. So be warned he may not grow out of it. She even moves black widows rather than killing them.

OHmommy said...

Heh. Boys. I took a picture of by boy with his "pet" moth .... http://www.flickr.com/photos/zaspa/1407267059/

Funny!

Kellan said...

"since moved onto crickets" - so funny. My boy is a bug lover too - I'm always finding some bug in a jar in his room. They are so cute, aren't they? Take care. Kellan

Stephen said...

Oh, I used to hate crickets! We had anoles (also called, improperly, chameleons) and would have to feed them those things. They always managed to find their way out of the terrarium and around the house. One of them managed, somehow, to crawl into my CD player and I saw it in there jumping around behind the LCD display. I never saw if it got out or not. (yuck!). Hate those things. It's cute about your son, though. I hope he can get a job where he can take care of bugs or something, if he still likes that kind of thing when he's older. :)

CharmaineZoe said...

Your son sounds great - very caring. The Chinese keep crickets as pets in little bamboo cages, if you would like to get him one I found this link for a rather nice one.

http://www.paulawalla.com/detail.php?offer_id=CH0006&name=Chinese%20Cricket%20Cage

I think your blog is great :-)