A girl and her giant bug
July 7th, 2006
Think back to the days when you had a class pet… If I had to guess, my money would be on a hamster, gerbil, fish, or if you were in my fourth grade class, a rock. (Never worry about killing the class pet again!) Oh Japan, how you put us to shame. This second grader is proudly showing off her baby kabutomushi, which is some sort of fighting beetle that is HUGELY popular among school children. There are large sections in grocery stores devoted the drove of beetle lovers; cages, sawdust-like filling for the cage, tiny containers of jello that they eat/drink, and oh the T-shirts, pencils, pencil cases, and erasers you can buy with beetles on them. Beetles are the new puppies! Maybe I can satiate my desire to see PUPPY by buying myself a beetle!
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1. katie | July 7th, 2006 at 7:11 pm
hi sarah.
are you going to iowa to visit said puppy at thanksgiving? because i want more incentives to go home for the holidays and that’d be enough to get me to buy the ticket…
love.
-katie
(denny and amanda and i are beaching and miss you lots. next year?)
2. Sarah | July 8th, 2006 at 12:13 pm
I miss you guys too! Wish I could’ve beached with you this year! YES NEXT YEAR!! For Thanksgiving we’re all headed to my grandparents in FL, but I’ll most likely be in IC around Christmas. I’ll also be in IC from Aug. 8-15 or so. Come visit me!
3. Mom | July 10th, 2006 at 4:11 am
Hey Sarah,
Do you remember I told you as kid I LOVED playing with the kabutomushi? The real fancy ones come with a huge “horn” in the front and we used to tie strings on it and make it pull stuff. My uncle once made a “buggy” (no pun intended!) with a match box, complete with a harness and we would put things like buttons and matchsticks and have the bug haul it around on the kitchen table. It was fun! Chloe, though, is more fun to snuggle with.
4. Sarah | July 10th, 2006 at 11:07 am
Of course I remember your stories of you and your bugs. But you told us a lot of weird things, so it’s hard to have any one story stand out. Do you remember when you had us pick those little red pods, squeeze out the toxic insides and then squish them around in our mouths to make squeaking noises? Another one of your quaint “childhood in Japan” stories that was disturbing and, um, toxic tasting.
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