Ok it wouldn’t be Christmas if I didn’t tell a tale about myself. Regulars will know that I am Australian born and bred. As kids we had the run of the neighbourhood … only two girls around my age who didn’t come out to play. So I ran with my four brothers and a large number of neighbourhood boys … cracker nights were monumental!
Have mentioned before that my father loved practical jokes so we grew up with the unexpected. My eldest brother and I loved to climb the two huge eucalypt trees down on the corner and gather all the Christmas beetles we could. Yes they are wondrous golden coloured critters gleaming with a rainbow sheen. These critters of nature love their freedom but were given little choice but to succumbed to our childlike ploys.
We’d gather as many as possible and gently place them in the largest milo tin in the downstairs dunny [toilet]. No animal was harmed in this process.
Father was relegated to the downstairs dunny for his longer stinky sessions as our indoor loo was in the bathroom. With our tribe 6-10 in a two bedroom home the door was seldom shut. There was often someone in the shower, the bath and on the loo at the one time … we’d scream loudly if a fourth tried to join us to brush their teeth.
So it wouldn’t be long before father bound down the backstairs with his newspaper to have a quiet moment on his throne. Of course we had taken the lid off that tin so that our beautiful beetles could have full use of this small convenience. Once that door was opened they would swarm out battering the unsuspecting intruder.
So my love of nature was fostered from a young age
Photo from the internet .. these are fictional stories with a bit of truth woven in with a dose of Aussie humour!