I didn’t think twice about squashing a Lepidoptera with my bare hands.
Ladybug or queen bee, my swatting instinct gave no quarter to gender or gentry.
Then along came a certain freckled-face entomologist.
Instead of getting the boot — or a thorax-full of rolled-up newspaper — insects are temporary house guests.
Bugs permanently check out if my daughter isn’t looking.
Under her watchful eye, however, I practice a humane catch-and-release method.
If the catch is too hard, the release resembles a flick usually reserved for boogers.
There are times in life when little things take on great meaning — especially my not-so-little-anymore fifth-grader in girls’ sneakers.
Fatherhood is not a curse, but a true blessing.
Garret Leiva is a columnist for The Record-Eatgle in Trav3erse City, Mich.