Like I may have said numerous times on this blog, one of the reasons we chose this house is because of its environment, unique birds, lizards, trees, plants and insects.
While we see all sorts of moths and bugs, I commented once that I no longer see the kind of beetles I saw as a kid. They are the cute brown types that feeds on tree sap. I don't know exactly what their scientific name to provide you a name, but they are really cute and not repulsive at all.
So perhaps I may have summoned them, because during the past several weeks, they made a reappearance in my life, especially when it rains at night. They go inside the house, three or maybe four at a time, and then they die.
Yesterday, I scooped one out from the folds of our living room curtain and placed him outside on a horsetail shoot in front of our window,which I closed just in case he decides to sneak back in. Maybe it's the warm light we're using or maybe this mother of beetles has a nest here and she decided to have a family. I am not sure.
It's starting to bug me. So I pick them up as soon as I could, if I can, and let them out of the window. Unfortunately, I cannot save them all. There is one, just this morning, in the bathroom, floating in a tub of soapy water; one on the floor to be swept out; one dead on a bowl; and you just start feeling sorry for them.
Suddenly, I was able to understand what Holden Caulfield was saying:
While we see all sorts of moths and bugs, I commented once that I no longer see the kind of beetles I saw as a kid. They are the cute brown types that feeds on tree sap. I don't know exactly what their scientific name to provide you a name, but they are really cute and not repulsive at all.
So perhaps I may have summoned them, because during the past several weeks, they made a reappearance in my life, especially when it rains at night. They go inside the house, three or maybe four at a time, and then they die.
Yesterday, I scooped one out from the folds of our living room curtain and placed him outside on a horsetail shoot in front of our window,which I closed just in case he decides to sneak back in. Maybe it's the warm light we're using or maybe this mother of beetles has a nest here and she decided to have a family. I am not sure.
It's starting to bug me. So I pick them up as soon as I could, if I can, and let them out of the window. Unfortunately, I cannot save them all. There is one, just this morning, in the bathroom, floating in a tub of soapy water; one on the floor to be swept out; one dead on a bowl; and you just start feeling sorry for them.
Suddenly, I was able to understand what Holden Caulfield was saying:
Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. -- JD Salinger, The Cather in the RyeOnly in my case, it's beetles.
