My daughter is fond of creepy crawlies and insects. Fond in the sense that she squeals, "a bug, a bug" and will run to me or she will intently watch their progress as they scamper across the ground or fly through the air.
When I was in elementary school, my dad was supposed to be watching my sister and I. He choose to watch the baseball game and granted us permission to play outside. My sister was three years older than I.
It is awfully hard to watch tv with kids underfoot as I've since learned.
There were a lot of bumblebees and little creepy crawlies outside. I had the bright idea to catch them. All of them.
I raided the cupboard under the kitchen sink for my mother's tupperware.
My bright idea was to catch the bugs using the lid and the container itself by scooping, trapping, etc. My sister said it was a bad idea. What did she know?
When my mom came home, the picnic table held the results of my endeavors. About fifteen tupperware containers held bugs and worms of all shapes and sizes. Ants, a grasshopper, bees, worms, a lady bug and other icky things were sitting on display.
My mom was mad. Really mad. There was a lot of yelling. A lot of yelling at my dad and me.
My mother hates bugs, creepy crawlies, and she especially hates snakes. I didn't like snakes either and would probably have cried had I come across one.
She made me wash all of the tupperware...by hand. By myself. We didn't have a dishwasher.
Needless to say, that was my first and last bug collection.