He's like the world's leading expert

He left a library book on the front porch, open to the page about keeping hissing cockroaches as pets.
He left holes in the neighbors' backyard where he and a friend tried to build an ant colony last night.
He left locust wings and spider exoskeletons under a glass cloche at Grandma's house where his collections are officially on display.
There've been some tears when ticks and mosquitos are tread upon, some disagreement over the definition of "pests."
There's a new game on the computer that he's both obsessed with and a little distressed by, because bugs fall pretty low in the food chain.
There's this certainty that every time I misidentify an insect the world might implode.

1 comment:

Poppy John said...

Jenni Baby,

Don't let him bug you.