I used to be terrified of green junebugs as a little girl. My mom didn't have many animal companions other than farm animals growing up, so she would lightly tie a thin thread to a junebug's leg and "walk" them as they flew next to her; then she'd set them free. She always reminded me to not fear or attack what we don't understand.
|My mom/ Mi mamá, Yolanda. (May/ Mayo 1961) ❤|