We all have lots of ‘first times’… first day at school… first love… first kiss… My thoughts today are about my first time… to pick up an insect!
No big deal for those of you who have done this for years. A very big deal for someone (me!) who at the mention of the word ‘spider’ as a child would rush screaming with terror from the room. Why? No idea. No memories of brothers stuffing spiders down my dress or any other traumatic occurrences… but the thoughts were there.
Fast forward to adulthood. After I got divorced and was living happily by myself, suddenly there was nobody else to sort out the insect problem when it arose. No handy husband to catch whatever it was and take it outside. Killing anything was and still is a definite no-no. Being vegetarian since a child and now a vegan for nearly eleven years – killing anything intentionally does not compute in my mind.
So… back to the single life… and I had to decide which was the lesser of two evils… stalking said insect with rubber gloves on and an empty yoghurt container or even worse (for me at any rate) the thought that during the night said insect would dance all over me while I was sleeping… and might even end up stuck in my nose or my ears… my best bet was to catch it!
After a few years I was OK with doing this – managing quite nicely. Then I met my current husband, fell in love and got married.
Now I had an insect catcher again! By this time I was so used to doing this myself that I continued doing it. But I could not actually touch said insect… maybe I would squash it, damage it so it would die, it would bite me… it would fly in my face, any number of things could be imagined!
Last week I found a large brown beetle (longer lengthwise than a five Rand coin or a US quarter) outside on my patio. It was covered with sticky cobwebs and was struggling to free itself. What to do? I gently blew it over in the hope it would manage to stagger away. Nope… it fell back again. Could I just leave it there to die? No… out of the question.
I realised I could pick it up so I did so. It tried to move its legs but they were all gummed up with cobwebs. I gently put the beetle down and went to get a pair of small scissors. I picked up the beetle again and carefully snipped between its legs to free them. I pulled off as much cobweb as I could from each leg… didn’t want to pull too hard in case (horror) I pulled off a leg. I managed after a few minutes to remove enough of the cobwebs for the beetle to start walking by itself again. I picked it up and took it into the garden and found a quiet place with some easy to walk on leaves for it and said goodbye. And I thanked it for allowing me to help it and overcome my fears.
None of this would have been possible I believe without the everyday use of EFT and the tapping I do for myself, my animals, surrogately for animals and also other people… EFT and tapping has helped me so much in so many ways – some of them big and many of them small. But each bit of help is a help. Things don’t always have to be Front Page Headlines, All in Capital Letters.
This was my first time… thank you beetle and thank you EFT.
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