Oxygen, Giant Bugs, and the Periodic Table of DEATH & Mystery
I’d like to relate a story from the relatively recent past (the 1960s). A little girl with her curly golden-brown hair caught up in two adorable doggie ears high on her head, spots a thumbnail-sized shiny brown disk at her feet. She drops to her haunches, peering with concentration at the ground. Lifting her head, a triumphant smile wreathing her face, she tells her father in her very first sentence ever, “I see bug,” at which time her older sister comes over and stomps it. We’ll come back to that true story later because the point was to get bugs into the conversation without …