Animals in the Yard


| 7/14/2015 4:10:00 PM


Mel BooneWhile in the backyard the other evening, I had company. Fireflies. I remember as a child running around Grandma and Grandpa Boone's backyard. If some of my cousins were there with me, one of us would have a Mason or Ball canning jar with a lid. We would all be running around like crazy trying to fill the jar with as many fireflies as we could catch.

That got me to thinking what else I tried to catch as a youngster. Well, there were crickets. That involved a shoe box with holes punched in the lid. Sometimes that shoe box would hold a frog or a turtle. Of course, with all of these animals, I wasn't allowed to keep them. I returned them back into the wild, alive and unharmed.

robin's eggs | Fotolia/Christin Lola

Photo: Fotolia/Christin Lola 

I was never allowed to catch a baby bird. If I found one, I was instructed, usually by one of my grandfathers or an uncle, to leave it alone. However, once in a while, one would fly into a window. When that happened, I was told to get my trusty shoe box, minus the lid. The shoe box would then be used as a makeshift nest until the bird came to its senses and flew away.



I never had any use for catching snakes. The slithering things startle the daylights out of me. Even garter snakes, which are harmless, give me the creeps. I feel the same way about mice, unless there's a trap involved. Of course, me being me, I won't touch the dead mouse. I'd prefer someone else did disposal duty. The only mouse I have ever liked is a stuffed mouse that a coworker gave me for Christmas to add to my stuffed animal collection.