Anyone who has even read the description behind the title of this blog (Suitcases Open Doors) has figured out that I have lived a pretty eclectic and cool life. I was lucky growing up and experienced a lot of the finer side of things that most people never imagine. It was life, the hand we were dealt so to speak. It rocked.
In all the awesome, fun, challenging, adventurous challenges in my life I never thought I would be excited to see my son come in with a bug net full of a beautiful, complete cicada and know exactly where the killing jar was. In my pantry. Right between the coffee and Aunt Jemima Pancake mix. In case you wonder, it is a mason jar and now has NO FOOD EVER - BUG JAR written on it in permanent marker. You know, in case one of the teenagers decides one day it is a glass.
Words to live by? Freshman at Jesuit high schools need bugs and killing jars. I recommend keeping a mason jar in the pantry just in case.
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