Nonfiction | September 01, 1996

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The summer before ninth grade, the summer of 1964, we collected insects.  During most of the summer we assumed termites would be easy to find so we didn’t look very hard for them.  Lepidoptera — butterflies and moths — were not only bigger, flashier and more interesting, they were more fun to catch.

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