| as a kid i played with bugs a lot outside. |
[Jan. 31st, 2024|07:56 pm] |
i loved bugs.
but one day a carpenter bee i was trying to save (i was trying to pick him up with a leaf to give him some honey-water, his wings were damaged) stung my hand and something changed.
it was my first sting.
i don't know if that's the exact day but gradually i developed this deep fear.
if a bug lands on me or touches me, my blood still runs cold.
i still scream or have to fight the urge to scream.
in my mind it's very silly -- i've been through some of the worst nightmares i could even conjure up, yet a small bug (besides butterflies) terrifies me so much.
i started raising butterflies at home when i found so many caterpillars in my garden.
i learned that few caterpillars survive in the wild so i decided to learn all about what they need to thrive.
i set up butterfly stations and planted a lot of milkweed.
soon i was around bugs very often.
a few years later, i took in a leopard gecko that was rescued from a bad home.
she was actually rehomed twice, once from a hoarder prior.
i learned that she needed an array of bugs so i started raising my own.
then i took in another spider -- a jumping spider -- and she just loves the bugs, too.
i've always loved spiders.
and i've always appreciated them for killing bugs.
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