The Bug Collecting Bug

Once in a great while Crumby feels like he needs to collect insects again. You know, as part of his civic duty. After all, so little is known about many bugs that collecting and then turning those dead bugs over to science might make a real difference for you know, like human kind, down the road. You know, duty now, for the future. Why Crumby could even identify the plants or habitat the bugs were fooling around on or in when captured and include all that information with the specimens.

But the benefits potentially accruing to humanity down the road from Crumby’s efforts might not balance out the suffering of Crumby and the miserable bugs or specimens. Like this here moth or muth, for example. Consider this moth, rescued from certain death in a greenhouse, stored in an inflated plastic bag, transferred from the plastic bag to a juice or whiskey glass, having its picture took.

Trouble is, during the process of going from the plastic bag to the whiskey glass one of its legs came off. So in all the other pictures Crumby took of the moth under glass, an unattached leg is laying there in front of the Goddess and everybody. Those pictures with that severed leg lying next to its owner are sickening to contemplate. Too sickening for this venue.

Sickening all right!

You know yourself also that bugs often only appear dead. Crumby has probably already told everyone that would listen about a particular beetle that came back to life after being frozen for weeks, then pinned. There that beetle was, roaming its collection box, wreaking havoc with the other specimens. Mercy! Sickening!

No. Despite whatever benefits that might one day accrue to humanity, Crumby is not fixing to collect any more bugs.