Enthralling and appalling?
Jenny Kidd tells us what growing up with an entomologist in her family was really like.
Sound - flying bees
"My father has never ceased to amaze me. When I was small I found the way he chose to earn a living both enthralling and appalling.
In my childhood innocence I knew only that he was only a doctor of insects... a job that involved spending his days putting flies legs in plastercasts and performing other such commendable acts of kindness. It was not until I was older that I learnt that there was in fact a name for what he was - an Entomologist.
I was eternally horrified by the way my father embroiled us in his latest experiments... always neglecting to tell us what he was up to.
As a child I never knew what to expect when opening doors. The fridge door concealed unexpected pots of 'aphids'... and the garage was often home to buckets of riving maggots.
Once, I even opened my bedroom door to be greeted by a swarm of wasps frantically avoiding my father's latest invention - a sticky substance that coated my walls.
Throughout these traumatic times, my mother maintained the patience of a saint. Gradually his passion crept into his three little angels.
We too devoted our time to the plight of animals worldwide... with limited success. I remember spending an exhausting day rescuing frogs from the water and putting them in the sun to dry. A practice that unfortunately lead to certain death.
A similar experience was had the day we saved more than a hundred daddy longlegs from their natural habitat... the air.
Horrified as we were by the nature of our father's passion, it appears we wanted to be just like him. His unswerving enthusiasm as well as his eccentricities have always completely mesmerised me... and I wouldn't change a thing about him."