Chapter 41 attract scarabs

While eating cantaloupe, I mentioned to my children how I caught scarabs when I was a child. We take the leftover fruit peels to the woods or rice fields, or even put them in the corner of the garden. At dusk, there will be many scarabs coming from nowhere, shining green, yellow and blue lights, and they are densely packed Clinging tightly to the peel, we often catch dozens of scarabs in one go. Then, we drew marks on the scarabs and took them to farther places to fly, watching the shining scarabs escaping in the air. On the second day, it is often found that some scarabs that were marked yesterday flew back and landed on the peel.

"When I was a child, I wondered how the beetles could detect the taste in the vast and distant countryside, and fly back through the woods?" I said to the child. The child's eyes lit up and he said, "Dad, why don't we put some fruit peels on the balcony to attract beetles?" "How is this possible? This is a city, and our balcony is on the fifteenth floor. Scarabs live in the forest, so how could they fly here?" I said. "Try it! Try it!" the child begged. it is good!We left the cantaloupes we were eating with their skins under the potted tree on the balcony on the fifteenth floor.

When I got up the next morning, I found four beetles were sucking the skin of cantaloupe. Two were golden and two were green-gold. The children and I were very surprised. How did these beetles fly from the mountains and forests across the vast city to find this cantaloupe on the balcony?What kind of energy do they possess? It occurred to me that in some tiny sentient beings, there are actually broader, deeper, and more delicate minds hidden, but we cannot see them. We marked the four beetles and took them away to release them, but the beetles never came back.We put the fruit peels on the balcony several times, and all kinds of beetles always flew from all directions, but the beetle with the colored pen mark never came back.

The child is very disappointed. I comforted the child and said: "The city is not a forest after all, and the city is not the home of scarabs!" When I said it, I felt that this sentence was said to myself, and the marked scarab flew from the memory of my hometown, and flew to an unknown place with my nostalgia!