The Collection

MothballI accompanied my son and his family to their home for a visit after a family weekend at my daughter’s home. About an hour into the trip one of my young granddaughters asked, “What is that smell?”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” another child said. Gagging noises sounded from the back of the van.

We arrived home safely, if not slightly nauseated, after the six-hour drive. Over the next couple of days, I occasionally noticed the same odor.

“Nana, want to hold the new rock I found for my rock collection?” my granddaughter asked on day four of my visit. “I found it outside under the bushes at Auntie’s house,” she said and pulled a round, white mothball from her coat pocket. “See how smooth it is?”

Warning…in the event you placed mothballs under shrubs to keep away rabbits or stray cats, you should keep a close watch on any grandchild who collects rocks, or at least check his or her pockets regularly.

I’m grateful my little one knew to not eat “rocks.” I think, too, there is a good chance she will be a geologist someday.

 

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