Talking to an Insect
May. 6th, 2017 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayMy wife always insisted that insects found in the house be put outside, to live out their natural lives, rather than being killed for having been found in a place which we'd claimed for our exclusively human use.
So this morning, when I noticed one of those brownish-gray, sort of flat and diamond-shaped little creatures, which my granddaughters call "stink bugs," walking along the top edge of my computer monitor, I went downstairs, found a disposable snack cup on the kitchen counter, and used it to carry the critter outside where I placed it on top of the covered trash bin, hopefully to find its way in the natural world.
Before leaving the room to do that, however, I had taken a moment to explain to it that I was doing this to honor the wishes of my late wife who established this practice in our family and whom I'm quite sure would've been pleased to be remembered in this way. As much, or more so, than being remembered with the rose-colored granite, now in transit from the midwest, to mark her resting place.
Nevertheless I can hear her saying to me, in that mock-serious way of hers, "You do realize, Lar, that you're talking to an insect..."
LPK
@ Dreamwidth
5.6.2017
So this morning, when I noticed one of those brownish-gray, sort of flat and diamond-shaped little creatures, which my granddaughters call "stink bugs," walking along the top edge of my computer monitor, I went downstairs, found a disposable snack cup on the kitchen counter, and used it to carry the critter outside where I placed it on top of the covered trash bin, hopefully to find its way in the natural world.
Before leaving the room to do that, however, I had taken a moment to explain to it that I was doing this to honor the wishes of my late wife who established this practice in our family and whom I'm quite sure would've been pleased to be remembered in this way. As much, or more so, than being remembered with the rose-colored granite, now in transit from the midwest, to mark her resting place.
Nevertheless I can hear her saying to me, in that mock-serious way of hers, "You do realize, Lar, that you're talking to an insect..."
LPK
@ Dreamwidth
5.6.2017
