Bugs By Kay Lay Over the past couple of years, I have been seriously considering creating indoor habitats for a number of outdoor critters.  I keep mulling over the idea but can't seem to make up my mind which ones I should house. I would love to enjoy meditating in front of a huge saltwater aquarium with perfect water clarity at all times.  Of course, I would have to hire someone to maintain it for me since I have no knowledge of saltwater tanks.  I wonder what that would cost? Maybe a couple of macaws in vibrant colors of red, blue, green and yellow would be fun to enhance my tropical environment.  But then, as beautiful as they are, they can be really vocal at times, not to mention the daily cleanup. Reptiles are interesting and don't require that much maintenance but they prefer eating other live things and that tends to make me a little squeamish. Insects are probably good candidates, especially with all the products available online these days.   One book titled, “The Compleat Cockroach” beckons you to “step into a world that until now, you've only stepped on!” If I wanted an ant farm or two, I could enjoy munching on chocolate covered ants while I watch them work. Or, I could suck on a piece of hard candy, cherry or green-apple flavored, filled with real ants.  There's actually an ad on one website that says, “Ants - The Other Red Meat.” No kidding folks! But what if one of my little critters bites the dust?  No problem, there's always the “Dead Bug Funeral Kit.”  It comes with a biodegradable casket, a ribbon bookmark for your “Illustrated Buggy Book of Eulogies,” a burial scroll and even a pouch of grass seed.  If you don't find a eulogy written especially for your bug species, there's one on the doodlebug that is appropriate for any bug. With an average of a $20 minimum order, not including shipping costs, I'd have to say I've been in the wrong business on South Padre Island far too long. Instead of paying a monthly exterminator to rid my house of local insects, I should have been paying more attention to what's marketable. Maybe I should have been staying home, rounding up bugs, instead of beachcombing.  But then, I know myself too well.  I rarely go into anything half-heartedly. Although it still “bugs” me that I can't make up my mind, for the time being, I'll be satisfied with enjoying the company of my dogs and cats.  After all, they have their own bug problems: fleas.  Oh!  That gives me another idea.  How about the first “Flying Flea Circus,” on South Padre Island?