it was this itsy bitsy bug!!!
The thought of having a pet made Mal so happy and excited. He hugged his ‘bowl’ (we use one of those take away bowl to put the beetle) the moment we got into the car and even gave the beetle a name. He called it ‘Chloe’, the name of a friend he misses in Phoenix.
Reality set in. We realized that we might have to take back our words. He can’t keep the beetle for the simple reason that we do not know what it eats. We told him that he has to let it go. We could see the disappointment and sadness in his eyes the moment we told him that. He pleaded with us to let him keep the beetle. We agreed and spent hours searching the internet for an answer but to no avail. We found out that there are 350,000 species of beetles out there and they feed on different things. We couldn’t even identify the one that we have, much less its taste in food.
The next morning, we told Mal that he needs to let the beetle go so that it can go find its own food. Our last resort was to try to feed the beetle again, also to convince him. We plucked a small leaf and flower, hoping that the beetle will eat. Our agreement with Mal was, if the beetle does not eat, it has to go.
He watched a while and then burst into tears. He turned to me, choking back tears and said
‘I want to let the beetle go because it is not eating’
He wailed even louder
‘Bye bye beetle. Mummy I am very sad!!’
‘Bye bye beetle!’
I couldn’t hold back my tear too, seeing him so sad.
We were largely at fault…giving him promise that we couldn’t keep.
We decided to buy him a fish to keep as pet…and later that afternoon, ?? got him a colourful fighting fish. So Mal now owns his first pet. He calls it Nina this time, sister of Chloe, even though it was a male fish.0