A couple of years ago at the Tri-County Fair, my mom and I were helping to sell raffle tickets for the Friendship Center, a place where people with Alzheimer’s could be watched so their loved ones could run errands and such. My grandpa used to go until it was shut down due to the loss of funding from the State. Next to our booth was a gentleman who had all kinds of bugs, alive and dead. One of the cases I refused to go anywhere near because it had a tarantula. Granted it was dead, but have I mentioned that I am arachnophobic? Maybe I’ll write about that in another post.
My mom and I watched as he caused people to gather as he talked about a few of the live bugs that he had. His daughters helped show off the bugs. My mom didn’t hesitate when she was asked by one of the daughters if she wanted to hold the stick bug. I
was a different story. I don’t like bugs. Certain ones don’t creep me out but that is a VERY short list. I watched my mom hold on to them and I was building the confidence in myself to stick my hand out. Finally I covered my arms with my sweatshirt and held out my arm. They put the bug on me and I was still a little creeped out.
After a few moments, the stick bug started to slip off my arm. Without hesitation I grabbed him with my bare hand. He (I think it was a he) was a lot lighter than I thought. I couldn’t feel him through my Navy sweatshirt but as the bug grabbed hold of my bare hand I realized that he couldn’t hurt me. I started to look at him a lot closer and he was very interesting to look at.
My mom has no fear when it comes to bugs. She will feed the spiders in her house and is willing to touch anything. I know she has her limits but I’m not sure what they are. She had the courage to hold the hissing cochroach, but there was no way you were going to get me to do that. I’ve killed enough cochroaches in my apartment, there was no way you were going to get me to hold one. She said that they were colder that what she thought. I’ll take her word for it.
I got to hold them again the next day but I did drop him a couple of times on accident. He couldn’t get a good enough grip because of my lotion, even though it had been hours since I put it on. I will never forget that day when I gathered enough courage to get over something that I was uncomfortable with at first but managed to enjoy it. That gentleman wasn’t at the Fair last year and I hope he comes back. I miss those stick bugs.
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