922. Pests for pets
© Bruce Goodman 19 April 2016
Being the solo mother of three boys kept Robin busy. Two of the boys were at school, but young Calvin was only four. Thank goodness! the house might be old, but it was paid for. The house had a number of antiquated features, such as a meat safe which these days with refrigerators was not needed. And it had an old deep bath tub that never got used because there was a shower.
Young Calvin was an enthusiast. He loved everything, especially spiders and bugs. Only this morning he was running around in the kitchen with a jar and lid trying to catch fruit flies that seemed to swarm where there was food. He caught a few fruit flies in an hour.
“Pets!” said Calvin. “I’m getting them for pets.”
Robin wasn’t an overly fussy mother but she liked to correct English when it mattered.
“You’re not collecting them FOR pets, dear,” said Robin. “You’re collecting them AS pets.”
Little did Robin realize; the fruit flies were FOR pets. Calvin was keeping and feeding his collection of daddy-long-legs in the bath.