Insects Lingering

The town where I was born and raised was so small that the east end shouted at the children to eat, and the west end listened really well. Childhood interest is even smaller, never out of the three miles, can only linger with insects, bringing a different kind of joy!

　　When the southern flowers wither, the northern spring is still sleepy-eyed and stumbling. Although the cold wind, fading grass, but can not bundle the wings of children. Children's novel eyes, early on the bare branches of children, looking for Yangla jar. They don't care how much they harvest, they just want to play. Yangla cans are the protective shells of insect cocoons and pupae, hard, the size of a finger cover, the black-brown surface is irregular gray-white pattern, like a bird's egg, its larvae are commonly known as "Yanglazi". In the winter time when the self-made Yang La can hide; spring crawl out, stick on the tree, grow up black, ugly, and the body has poisonous spines, disgusting! When we were naughty, we picked the cans off the branches and smashed the hard shells, while the fat white nymphs were still sleeping, unaware of the big trouble. Sometimes we brought home the collected cans and burned them in the fire pit, releasing a strong fragrance that enticed the cats to whirl around and scream, and then we rewarded them with the cooked cans. It is said that Yangla cans are so nutritious that they have become a delicacy today. In addition, we often pick the corn sorghum stalks in the worm, white and fat was pinched out, put into a small bottle prepared in advance, for the birds to prepare sufficient bait. In early spring, the south migratory birds travel long distances, hungry and cold, can not resist the temptation of fresh bugs, forgetting a peck, instantly become a clip under the injustice, the children's food. The tragedy of "birds for food" is performed in the spring breeze cycle, moistening the dryness of children's fun!

　　The summer is a big stage for insects, but also for children's joyful season. The watery cry of the caddisfly is far more attractive than the voice of the mother calling for dinner; the grasshopper is skewered on a stick of grass and burned with fire, and the fragrance is more fresh than the locusts fried in a big hotel; after the open-air movie, the crawling mayflies are caught all over the canning jar, a beautiful breakfast for the chicks at home. "Nanyang Zhuge Liang, sitting alone in the tent of the army, set up eight formations, catching the flying general alive." A simple, vivid and imaginative riddle, it is not difficult to guess that it is a spider making a web to catch food. The image of the ugly and hideous spider, but also to our childhood brings a lot of joy and enlightenment. First of all, I admire its excellent web-making skills. With the least amount of silk to weave a large area of web, in an hour to weave, and more than completed before dawn. Just see the spider at one end of the release of a silk, fluttering with the wind, firmly glued to the opposite side of an object, dexterity, it crawled from the silk, the tail of the silk followed by reinforcement, as you wish to layout the web. The gossip-like net is full of crystal dew, like an air filter, and the weak insects that hit the thin silk cannot fly and become its delicacy. Stick to the larger insects, the spider will use the thin silk to continuously wrap it tightly until it can not move, and then a little to enjoy. Sometimes we also play pranks, disturbing the spider's peaceful life. The two-meter-long sorghum stalks are split open at the top, with two-inch-long wicker sticks, forming an inverted triangle, with it wrapped around the spider web, so that the spider escapes. Sometimes caught spiders, it will be pulled from its tail out of the silver wire, a circle wrapped in a simple tool, take it to stick flies, butterflies, dragonflies, lend a hand, very interesting. Plus, it's fun to really read about the selflessness and greatness of a mother's love from a spider! We found a spider in the farmland with a web drawn at the mouth of its burrow to prevent invasion by foreign enemies. The interesting thing is that the mother spider has an egg packet at the end of her tail, which she guards all day long, waiting for the baby spider to be born. After about a month, a small opening opens in the egg package, and the baby spiders crawl out one by one, scrambling to the mother's body and gnawing on her with their hungry mouths. The mother spider shook her head and stretched her legs in pain, but she never moved her body, not to mention hurting her children, until she was eaten up and turned into her children's droppings. We can't bear to use the straw stick to pull down the spider, surprised to see the mother spider's back are chewed up. A few decades have passed, the thought of that tragic scene, the scalp is tingling. The mother spider not only feeds her children with her own body, but more importantly, she awakens her children's hunting nature with her own juices. The mother spider willingly acts as the first prey for her children. The sons and daughters also learn to hunt and survive in the harsh environment by eating their mother.

　　Winter is boring, outdoor insects have hibernated. The only insect indoors is the cockroach. It likes the warm, humid environment, day and night, swarming, omnivorous, even paper, wool are chewed, unpopular. It survives and breeds mostly in the vicinity of the stove, in earlier years, the countryside are earthen pots and pans, every crevice can hide, especially under the wooden board placed on the stove is preferred. The female cockroaches have white eggs on their tails, and will reproduce numerous small cockroaches after breaking their shells. We sometimes use a broom to quickly sweep it into a dustpan and pour it into the yard to treat the chickens; sometimes we pour firewood and charcoal on it and the burnt cockroaches give off an unpleasant smell; more often than not, we sprinkle "six six six powder" which can last for a long time!

　　Childhood interest is always alive, once the small town almost empty nest. The youngest has long since grown up, can not remember the branches and branches of the year. A few strokes, dedicated to the passing years!