I took the final sip of my drink, placing the glass back on the table as the ice clattered against it. I looked up at a jar holding an aging beetle, carefully preserved in a vial of stained preservative. Through it, there was a door, warped by the glass and vile liquid. Inside was my most prized preserved specimen. You see, I am an avid collector of insects, to discover ways to kill pests that plagued the cotton crops of the nearby farms. You see, they caused the stalks to wilt, making it harder to pick each plant. Every year I had carefully scoured the fields, systematically preserving each one. I remember how my most prized one cane to me fresh today.
Next month would be the beginning of the cotton harvest and the plants were already listing over from the parasites that plagued them. My wife had been busy tending to our son'