nannabug
06-12-2003, 08:58 PM
A conversation between a grandmother and her grandson while pulling weeds in the strawberry garden.
GRANDSON – “Nanna, is this a weed?”
GRANDMOTHER – “Yes, honey. That’s a weed. The strawberry plants look like this.” (pointing out the plant)
GRANDSON – “Look Nanna! A ladybug!”
GRANDMOTHER – “You’re right, darling. That is a ladybug.”
GRANDSON – “Ladybugs are good bugs, aren’t they Nanna.”
GRANDMOTHER – “They sure are. They eat the aphids off the plants.”
GRANDSON – “What are aphids, Nanna?”
GRANDMOTHER – “Well, they are a tiny little bug that suck the juices out of plants and hurt them.”
GRANDSON – “Can you show me an aphid, Nanna?”
GRANDMOTHER – (laughing) “I don’t think so, honey. They are pretty tiny. But I’m sure the ladybugs will find them.”
GRANDSON – “Are all the ladybugs girl bugs, Nanna?”
GRANDMOTHER – “No, there are boy ladybugs too, honey.”
GRANDSON – “Then why do they call them all ladybugs?”
GRANDMOTHER – “I’m not really sure, honey. They just do.”
GRANDSON – (startled) “Oh! A black widow spider! I saw a black widow spider!.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Are you sure, darling? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a black widow around here before.” (searching)
GRANDSON – “Yes, I’m sure.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Do you even know what a black widow spider looks like, honey?”
GRANDSON – “Yes, they are black with red marks on their tummy.”
GRANDMOTHER – “You’re right. That’s what they look like. But I don’t see any here, honey.” (continues pulling weeds)
GRANDSON – “Darn! I didn’t get the root with this one, Nanna. Now it will just grow back, huh.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Probably so. I’ll just get it next time, darling. Don’t worry. Wow! Look at this big weed Nanna found!” (pulling weed up by the roots and tossing it aside)
GRANDSON – (picking up large weed just tossed aside and sticking it back in the dirt… thinks Nanna is not watching) “Look at the big one I found, Nanna.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Oh, yes. That’s a big one for sure. Are you trying to fool me, honey?” (smiling)
GRANDSON – “No, Nanna. I’m not fooling you.”
GRANDMOTHER – “No, you’re not fooling me, honey. You sure aren’t.”
GRANDSON – “This net keeps the birds out, huh Nanna.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Yes it does. If I don’t put the net over the strawberries the robins and chickens would get them all.”
GRANDSON – “But look, Nanna. A bird could just lift up this end like this and get a strawberry.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Hmmm.. you may be right. I may have to put something on the ends to keep the birds and small critters out.”
GRANDSON – “That’s a good idea, Nanna. Good thing I thought of that, huh.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Yes, that is a good idea, darling. I’m glad you figured that out for me.” (she then notices that pulling weeds has torn a scab off a sore on the index finger and it is bleeding) “Uh-oh. My finger is bleeding.” (blood is running down the soiled finger) “Better go wash it off and put a band-aid on it.”
GRANDSON – “Oh, does it hurt Nanna?”
GRANDMOTHER – “A little, honey. Not too bad though.”
GRANDSON – “You’re not crying, Nanna.”
GRANDMOTHER – “No, I’m not crying, honey.” (smiling)
GRANDSON – “I would be crying, Nanna. But then, I’m only seven. That’s why I would be crying.”
GRANDMOTHER – (laughing) “Oh, my sweet darling. Come… help Nanna wash up and bandage this finger, okay.” (both walking towards the house, side-by-side)
GRANDSON – “Nanna, is this a weed?”
GRANDMOTHER – “Yes, honey. That’s a weed. The strawberry plants look like this.” (pointing out the plant)
GRANDSON – “Look Nanna! A ladybug!”
GRANDMOTHER – “You’re right, darling. That is a ladybug.”
GRANDSON – “Ladybugs are good bugs, aren’t they Nanna.”
GRANDMOTHER – “They sure are. They eat the aphids off the plants.”
GRANDSON – “What are aphids, Nanna?”
GRANDMOTHER – “Well, they are a tiny little bug that suck the juices out of plants and hurt them.”
GRANDSON – “Can you show me an aphid, Nanna?”
GRANDMOTHER – (laughing) “I don’t think so, honey. They are pretty tiny. But I’m sure the ladybugs will find them.”
GRANDSON – “Are all the ladybugs girl bugs, Nanna?”
GRANDMOTHER – “No, there are boy ladybugs too, honey.”
GRANDSON – “Then why do they call them all ladybugs?”
GRANDMOTHER – “I’m not really sure, honey. They just do.”
GRANDSON – (startled) “Oh! A black widow spider! I saw a black widow spider!.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Are you sure, darling? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a black widow around here before.” (searching)
GRANDSON – “Yes, I’m sure.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Do you even know what a black widow spider looks like, honey?”
GRANDSON – “Yes, they are black with red marks on their tummy.”
GRANDMOTHER – “You’re right. That’s what they look like. But I don’t see any here, honey.” (continues pulling weeds)
GRANDSON – “Darn! I didn’t get the root with this one, Nanna. Now it will just grow back, huh.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Probably so. I’ll just get it next time, darling. Don’t worry. Wow! Look at this big weed Nanna found!” (pulling weed up by the roots and tossing it aside)
GRANDSON – (picking up large weed just tossed aside and sticking it back in the dirt… thinks Nanna is not watching) “Look at the big one I found, Nanna.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Oh, yes. That’s a big one for sure. Are you trying to fool me, honey?” (smiling)
GRANDSON – “No, Nanna. I’m not fooling you.”
GRANDMOTHER – “No, you’re not fooling me, honey. You sure aren’t.”
GRANDSON – “This net keeps the birds out, huh Nanna.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Yes it does. If I don’t put the net over the strawberries the robins and chickens would get them all.”
GRANDSON – “But look, Nanna. A bird could just lift up this end like this and get a strawberry.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Hmmm.. you may be right. I may have to put something on the ends to keep the birds and small critters out.”
GRANDSON – “That’s a good idea, Nanna. Good thing I thought of that, huh.”
GRANDMOTHER – “Yes, that is a good idea, darling. I’m glad you figured that out for me.” (she then notices that pulling weeds has torn a scab off a sore on the index finger and it is bleeding) “Uh-oh. My finger is bleeding.” (blood is running down the soiled finger) “Better go wash it off and put a band-aid on it.”
GRANDSON – “Oh, does it hurt Nanna?”
GRANDMOTHER – “A little, honey. Not too bad though.”
GRANDSON – “You’re not crying, Nanna.”
GRANDMOTHER – “No, I’m not crying, honey.” (smiling)
GRANDSON – “I would be crying, Nanna. But then, I’m only seven. That’s why I would be crying.”
GRANDMOTHER – (laughing) “Oh, my sweet darling. Come… help Nanna wash up and bandage this finger, okay.” (both walking towards the house, side-by-side)