Innocence and wild interest: just playing "grinding insects"

There is a bug that has been bothering me for almost forty years. In the past 40 years, from elementary school to high school, from university to knowing destiny, I have consulted a lot of materials, but I can't find its scientific name, so I have to call it "grinding worm".

The "grinding worm" is small and exquisite, and the largest size is like a person's thumb. Its shell is blue and hard, and it will emit blue light in the sun. Its shell is like the skin of an armored vehicle, and its two big wings are as thin as cicadas, transparent and shining with golden light.

For such an ugly bug, we are very dismissive, because there is really nothing to play, so we use it as a substitute.

Childhood at that time was associated with hunger, and nothing was more important than filling your stomach. However, for those of us who are very playful, it is simply impossible and ridiculous to sit quietly in the classroom and listen to the teacher read those boring things.

We are in the classroom, but our hearts have flown to the edge of the field and to the colorful world, where it is very interesting.

In summer and autumn, we always like to run naked in the fields, or roll over sand and ashes, or paint the pond, or chase rabbits, or ride buffaloes buried in the grass, throwing laughter into the sky or treetops and giving them the best memories of their childhood.

No one in the countryside can persist in playing one thing to the end, and will soon get bored and feel quite bored, trying to find something new.

In the vast fields, we find that there is an insect that can arouse our interest most, and it never tires of playing. More importantly, we can also use it to please girls and win their inexplicable goodwill.

This is the "worm grinder" I mentioned at the beginning. This bug only appears in summer and autumn. We usually regard catching cicadas and watching fireflies as one of the most important activities.

We will climb the tree naked, quietly approach the worm, and then suddenly reach out our little palms to cover its body, hold the fork with our legs and free up the other hand, so that the worm is doomed.

We will take the bugs home, and then beg our mother or elder sister to lend us their thread rubbing tuo (a simple shoe rubbing tool).

We will gently insert a thin bamboo stick from the top of the worm, then connect it to the rope rubbing tuo, and then keep turning the rope rubbing tuo until it can't turn.

At this time, we will let go of our hands smartly and let the worm rotate with the rotation of the thread rubbing tuo. The grinder will keep flapping its wings and make a buzzing sound, just like a donkey grinding. That's probably how it got its name.

If the thread is not twisted, we will directly insert the tiny needle or bamboo stick into the neck of the grinder, then hold the lower end of the bamboo stick and let the grinder poke around.

In my childhood memory, it is not surprising that I became more and more skilled after playing with bugs and soon became an expert.

We like to give the best grinder as a gift to the girls we like and try to please them in this way.

For girls who don't like it very much, we also give them gifts, but such gifts are often naughty.

There is also a worm that looks like a worm grinder. We call it "fart bug". If you don't distinguish this bug carefully, it's hard to see the clue.

"Fart bug" can't be ground like a grinder. When you insert a bamboo stick into its neck or the back of its ass, it will become very upset and angry, and it will release an extremely unpleasant smell from the back of its ass, making you vomit.

Once, I skipped class with several male students in my class to catch a grinder and a fart bug, ready to go back to the classroom to spoof my "old-fashioned" lotus. Only to be betrayed by a traitor and caught red-handed by a female class teacher.

The head teacher is a big fat girl with black lips and more muscles on her face than on my ass. She likes to make a hullabaloo about, and often fart when she "goes to bed" casually. After the fart is released, she can sweep out a dustpan of mosquitoes and flies that have been smoked to death from the ground.

I was caught without a trace, and my splint and ribs were exposed in front of the class. I hope there is a crack in the ground.

The headmaster confiscated my grinder. I have a runny nose. I feel sorry for my worm. Just when I was so distressed, I was surprised to find that the female class teacher had a fart bug in her hand that I wanted to spoof Lotus.

The female class teacher criticized me with the captured booty, and the fart bug in her hand silently poked at the top of a thin straw stick.

Just when the head teacher scolded me in vicious language, it was probably because she pushed too hard and accidentally let out a fart. In this smelly fart, the fart bug also laughed-a loud voice said yes, and the whole classroom suddenly stinks.

The female head teacher flushed with shame and threw the fart bug in her hand on the door. Poor my fart bug died heroically before he fully smelled the smelly fart of the female class teacher, which became the biggest regret in my childhood memory.