My kids love all things buggy. I have worked hard to instill in them the fear of spiders which they have adopted, thankfully, but all other bugs seem to be fair game for handling, collecting, and eventually squishing.
Two weeks ago we were doing some projects in the yard and garden and came across two praying mantises (or is it mantii?). While disassembling the wood pile we found many large unmentionable bugs along with pill bugs, huge black crickets, and their forever favorite, caterpillars. There was a week or two where we couldn't stand at the bus stop (next to our mailbox) without a caterpillar dropping by. We've found little fuzzy gray and black ones and others that are brown and black.
Yesterday when Norah and I found a brown and black caterpillar (we used to call them fuzzy-wuzzies--I don't know what they actually are) I encouraged her to make a little home for it in some leaves, and she went off to dig in the garden. I went back to clearing some wood but a few minutes later Norah came up crying saying she couldn't find her worm. I asked her if it crawled away and she put her hand in her jacket pocket and said, "No, I put it in here." Ut-oh. Worms in the pockets. Yuck. We spent the next few minutes digging through her jacket pockets to clear out all the dirt, and didn't find any worms. I don't know if it's a good sign that we never found the worm, or a very bad sign.
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