Big White Grubs

Note: This story was pulled from a letter written by Aunt Jean to her then fiancé, Ed Haught, in 1942 while he was stationed in Camp Forest, Tennessee during World War II.”

Bob and I had a bet about these big white grubs. I was out front this morning and saw one crawling across the walk. This yard is full of them – adults are June bugs. Anyway, I noticed that they crawled on their backs. I told mother and she said she knew it and had seen them crawling that way. It was a strange sight to me to see the grubs scooting along on their backs with their feet in the air. This evening I told dad and he just laughed at me and said, “I have seen grubs for years, fished with them and plowed them up by the hundreds and I never saw one crawl on his back.” Bob just hooted and commented, “I’ll eat one if he crawls on his back.” Mother got so interested in the argument she found a grub and placed it on the walk. Dad and Bob could hardly believe their eyes. Now Bob is busy eating grubs to pay his indebtedness.