Long Ago
With no siblings or neighbors in my age group, I used to do what I could to amuse myself as a child. One of these activities was ’saving wildlife.’ Although, if I remember correctly, I caused more harm for the wildlife than rescuing. With my imagination, a jar, and a few scurrying lizards–I was on my way. I saved the creatures. Put them in their own solitary containment, and left them be. Too bad I left the jar out in the heat of 100 degrees Fahrenheit weather. Poor fellows didn’t stand a chance. And I never knew. In this case; innocence appeared as a brutal punishment to those who did not deserve so.
April 20th, 2007 at 3:21 pm
All I have to say is, wow. But, I can’t really say much more because I was the girl who would rip rollypolies, mainly, and other bugs apart, just to see if they had guts.
I was obviously a disturbed little child.
April 20th, 2007 at 6:29 pm
I put worms in a jar once when I was a child. I wanted to see how they looked “underground”. I had a lady bug farm. My sister had an ant farm.
My parents purchased tadpoles for me and only two lasted for a good amount of time. The last of all my frogs, Bobo, survived for over a year and a half. He met his end when I left for vacation and accidentally hit the switch on the aquarium to a high temperature. My parents returned home to find him at the top: bloated and definitely dead. I never got to say goodbye to him because I went home with my grandma after our short vacation.
I also remember my grandpa ripping off the behinds of lightning bugs and pasting them onto his lawn chair saying they would glow without the whole bug being there; the ends did glow.