He was obsessed with catching things – spiders, beetles, frogs, bees – if it crawled, buzzed, hopped, or slid on its belly, he wanted it in one of his critter jars his mom would save for him.
His dad, on the other hand, felt he needed to stop filling the back porch with endless jars of everything that tried to move through the back yard. As a chef for the local country club, he now had the opportunity to finally “scare” his son into giving up his hobby.
He was preparing a banquet for a group and the main course was to be lobsters flown in from Maine. One was a monster – almost twenty pounds. So, he called his wife and told her to expect him home in just a little while. He told her to make sure Junior stayed in the back yard.
Once home, he pulled a bushel basket out of the trunk with the lobster king and carefully placed it in the front yard. Chuckling, he said, “Now, get Junior.”
She shook her head as she walked through the house to get him.
As Junior came out the front door, he stopped in his tracks as he caught a glimpse of the beast in the grass.
“Junior, isn’t that the biggest bug you have ever seen?” His dad was trying not to laugh. Suddenly, Junior turned and ran into the house. His dad laughed knowing he had solved his problem.
Then, Junior reappeared. “Mom, help me find a bigger jar – quick – before it gets away!”