I was thinking about gypsy moths this morning. About how I LOVED playing with them when I was little. I used to love watching their little heads bobble back and forth when they walked. I would try to pet them too, they would wiggle away like a fuzzy wave -as fast as their 16 legs could move.

I just thought these black furry walking bubbles, with their brick red and blue markings were the prettiest things, sooo..... one day I had a brilliant idea. I thought everyone would appreciate them like I did so I gathered them up in a nice red plastic bucket and put a pretty cloth over the top and went door to door trying to sell these pretty bugs. I pushed the big bonus that, in time, they will make a coccoon and come out with beautiful, delicate wings. It's funny, I don't remember how much I asked for them, but I do remember one old woman,completely disgusted, scolding me about trying to sell ugly bugs and telling me I should put them back where I found them and go play somewhere else.

After several similar reactions, I finally returned them to the trees. I couldn't believe it when my mom told me that they were accidentally brought here from Europe & Asia and that they were destroying forests. So after that I stuck to trying to sell pretzels and Countrytime lemonade instead.