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"What's this?" he demands. "Bugs," says I. "Nah, man. For real." "For real bugs," says I. I unscrew the top of the jar. Wax and Wayne live in a foul smelling brown brew of their own making. You can't see a thing down there. "We carry bugs in here. Big bugs. Live ones." "There's no bugs in there." "Sure there are." I say. "Just stick your finger in." "CLOSE THAT THING UP, MAN!" And we're through security. Postscript - Wax and Wayne did not perform well in Charleston. Wayne hid out of sight in the corner of the tank slide, and Wax had such a severe case of stage fright he took a dump in the middle of his act, right there on screen. I was so disconcerted by this that after the show I forgot our stars, and left their thermos backstage. The theater manager, an animal lover, very kindly rescued them, and set them free in a South Carolina puddle. They are now giving the South Carolina palmetto bugs competition. Postscript Two - As an experiment to see how large I could grow triops, I tried another set, which I named See and Saw. Unfortunately, Saw, the biggest, ate See for Thanksgiving dinner, right in front of my assembled grandchildren. We called him "Saucy" after that.
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