Bug Hunt

My eldest child, a handsome boy of 12 years, has a particularly nasty school project coming due here soon. A bug collection. 25 bugs. At first I was flabbergasted that there even are twenty-five different bugs (keep in mind that a moth only counts once even if they're different kinds of moths) but now I realize that there are bugs everywhere. Ok, I have to stop thinking about it now.

Anyway, whenever I see a bug, I try to be brave for my child's sake and capture the creature to later be stored in my freezer (oh what a joy to go for some ice cream and have frozen bugs in ziplocs cascade out toward you). Last night at work I found a large black bug skittering down the hallway. I grabbed a plastic cup from the med cart and dropped it on the bug. Later the med nurse handed me a lid and I managed to swallow down my bile and scoop up the nasty little bugger. The med nurse said to me, "It's always interesting working with you Sara." Well I tried to keep this bug cup stored inconspicuously back behind the nurses' station but everyone at some point noticed and commented.

The family of one of our residents brought in a delicious Amish Friendship Breadfor the caregivers on 11 - 7 (which was incredibly thoughtful because we are the most forgotten shift) and I was shocked as every single one of my coworkers stated that they did not know what Amish Friendship Bread is. Shocked I tell you. For pity's sake, most of them grew up around Amish country. So I explained that it is a type of bread batter that is kept in a baggie or a bowl and it is fed every so often. After a few weeks, the bread batter is divided into three - one part to keep, one part to bake and one part to give to a friend. My friend C laughed and said, "You feed it? What on earth do you feed bread?"

Straight faced I answered, "Bugs. Why did you think I wanted to collect that one over there?"