When I was a child (and I didn't grow up to be a serial killer) I captured June bugs. I tied strings on their legs and let them fly while I held the string. The bugs were released after play time, usually unharmed.
This pass time was such a thrill, I passed down that tradition to my children and to my grandchildren. March the June bugs emerged extremely early.
The joy of the bug kingdom is passed to another generation. The same way it was passed to me. One feed sack string, one June bug, and lots of fun and learning. Aunt Marcy passed the experience to Zander this week and it was a roaring, uh, buzzing, success.