It Wasn’t a Nut

My 5 year old son, Bency, is a collector of things. Really he is a scavenger of sorts.

I can relate to this. I have been doing this since I was a young child as well. One of my earliest memories is trying to get the biggest toad collection in the world. I would spend all day in search of these creatures and put them in mayonnaise jars. Later I would put the sealed jar in my windowsill. I soon learned that animals needed air to breathe and would bake to a fine crisp in the hot sun.

Bency’s collections usually come from his extraordinary finds on his walk home from school. I am quite certain we have one of the biggest acorn piles in our ownership, despite the fact that we have nary an oak tree in our yard. He thinks he is nearly a millionaire with his growing “jewel” collection. In actuality, they are just sequins that have fallen off some girls dress. During the warmer months, at the height of bug season, you will find many containers and buckets located on our porch of Bency’s growing insect tribes.

The other day, Bency arrived home from school with yet another magnificent find. It was a white marble. I noticed both children were quite wet, muddy and carrying quite a stench mixed with sweat and another putrid odor that I couldn’t put my finger on. I put the white marble on the counter and questioned them about their day and walk home.

As the children walked out of the room to put their school things away, I noticed the smell didn’t leave with them. I began frantically searching their boots and coats to track down the culprit of the thing that was annihilating my nose.

I finally discovered that every time I went near the counter where the white marble was, the smell became more obnoxious. That was when I examined the white marble more closely and found that it was a moth ball.

I quickly put an axe to Bency collecting any more “white marbles.”

Yesterday, the kids and I spent the day at my parent’s house. The kids went down to the woods to play.

After a bit, the kids returned to the house excitedly! They had filled some plastic bags with wonderful treasures.

They showed me the pine cones they found, turkey feathers, pheasant feathers, a stick and then Bency pulled out a very interesting nut and asked me what kind it was.

I examined it carefully. It was unlike any nut I had ever seen so I asked my Mom if she knew what kind it was.

It wasn’t a nut at all.

It was a turkey turd.

I laughed and told him he should bring it for Show and Tell at school. He didn’t find this humorous at all. He was slightly perturbed that his scavenger hunt had produced poop.

In life, there are lessons all around us. I learned at an early age that everything needs air to breathe. Bency has learned that some things aren’t as they appear….not everything is a marble or a nut.

This was a day out in the woods last Fall! I would have included a picture of the turkey turd but we forgot it at Grandma's yesterday!

This was a day out in the woods last Fall! I would have included a picture of the turkey turd but we forgot it at Grandma’s yesterday!

56 responses

  1. That’s greatness! My son is a collector, and I’ve worked hard to appreciate his collections over the years. he still has wall shelves in his room with his favorite bobble heads, his favorite Bionicals, and most recently a shelf full of fossils, dinosaur teeth, etc. I never know what he’ll decide to collect next! Fortunately, I can say that he’s never brought home such interesting treats… I’d be all over the Purell…

    • It is really fun to collect things! It brings such a sense of satisfaction watching them grow. I have gotten rid of most of my collections as an adult just because of room and I don’t enjoy dusting but I really do understand the appeal for kids. But alas, I do hope my son starts collecting things that are more along your son’s lines or at least keeps them outside if they aren’t!!!

  2. Great lesson I say for everyone that there is a bright side to everything. They are learning about nature, there is Science Lesson, and also being mindful of everything in your surroundings. Be Blessed, and Have a Blessed Weekend! Mtetar

  3. I don’t know if I’m more fascinated by Bency’s collection or the fact that your mom could recognize a turkey turd! That’s too funny! I would’ve probably gone on and thought it a nut! 😉

    • When I was growing up at my parents house there was some wildlife but nothing like there is now. Every time I go visit there is over 20 turkeys in the back yard. I rarely go exploring when I’m there but I guess my Mom does so she is pretty well versed on her different animal poop now!

  4. Oh, that is so funny!! 🙂
    My little girl is quite the collector, too. A couple of days ago she came running up from the edge of the yard, where she’d been gathering sparkly rocks, oddly shaped sticks, pretty leaves and flowers…and her little hands were smeared brown. With a disgusted face, she exclaimed “Mommy, hurry! Clean my hands! I thought it was something for my collection, but it was POOP!!!” I laughed, but I got her daddy to spray her hands off with the water hose before I actually washed them with soap and water inside.

    • I don’t think I have to worry about that…he didn’t seem to pleased about his find…I think he is going to stick to nuts but I have a feeling he is going to be much more selective from now on!!! haha!!!

  5. I love that he brought home a turd! haha! My kids would have been laughing hysterically (after washing their hands and pretending to be disgusted first). I thought the white marble was going to turn out to be some kind of egg or larvae! Zoe loves to collect sequins and shiny things too (and also calls them jewels). 🙂

      • We have had that mistake made in our house before! haha! Troy’s newest obsession is lizards because they like to sunbathe on our driveway and our windowsill so he can’t get out of the car and into the house without first inspecting those areas for “yizards”. Boys are FUN!!

  6. Kind of gross find.
    Anyway, it’s cool that he has those collections and appreciates things. My son was getting into a rock collection. I don’t know what he was thinking. I am glad he got out of that. As I am typing he is looking over his growing baseball card collection.
    Toads? I don’t know if I ever saw a toad outside of a museum.

  7. I love this post, truly! Your son and his collections totally crack me up! I was always collecting things too. I remember one day after school my friend Adrien and I collected something like, 800 chestnuts, and were just devastated when we learned that we couldn’t take them home with us. Good grief!

    Thank you for sharing these wonderful stories! xx

    • Thanks Vanessa! Yes, it just makes me laugh as to what he is going to bring home next! I really can’t put a ban on his collecting of things because it just adds an element of surprise and laughter every time! I would have absolutely let you bring home 800 chestnuts!!

  8. The kids went down to the woods to play.

    Everyone Sing!!
    If you go down to the woods today…your sure of big surprise
    Coz Bency hunts the most wondrous things, right before your eyes
    moth balls , turkey poop and I’m sure lots more, who knows what
    next he has in store
    …ifff you go down to the woods today….

  9. 🙂 I would’ve never guessed it was a turkey turd! glad your mom did! 🙂 I would’ve gone crazy around here ha!ha! 🙂 You used to collect toads? you impress me Melissa! it’s good he’s as curious as he’s mom! 🙂 hope you are having a great weekend!

  10. Oh my! I was the same growing up. And now my girls…they’ll fill buckets, backpacks, and containers with rock, shells, acorns, leaves, feathers, sticks…anything they can collect. No turkey turds yet though. By the way, I’m a fellow Cheesehead. 😉

  11. Well, if you have to “forget” something at Grandma’s, a turkey turd would be the way to go! Me? I’d probably remember the stupid turd and leave the homemade cookies behind!

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