Our Fears

"Look Mamma, Dragon!!!", panted the older one.
"Yes, Dragon!!!", repeated his brother.

"Not Dragon, Dragonfly", I corrected automatically, marveling that the humble insect could inspire such awe in my city bred kids.

I stuck my hand out, mentally urging the dragonfly to perch on my palm.
"No, Mamma, don't", screamed the kids. "It will bite you."
"Dragonflies don't bite."
"They do."

Their fear was contagious. For a moment I was almost scared. The dragonfly fluttered down and rested on my hand.
"Look, it's not biting me, is it?"

"Can I hold it too?"

How irrational are some of our fears.

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