Here is my first bug ever. I was browsing through an antique shop one day in Paris and picked it up. Ah, I never tire of telling people I was in Paris. I was. Paris Texas. Anyway, if you flip it over, you can see it was probably an assigment for some art class. It's inscribed "Sewell '78". Sewell, you don't know what you started.
Coworkers also added to the collection.
Even friends from church contributed.
And a boyfriend at the time.
Is there a line between a collection and an obsession?
I think I might be close.
Or perhaps already crossed it.
Somebody, anybody say when.