When I was a little girl, I loved summer.
I remember making habitats for rolly pollies (pill bugs) in the cracks in my grandparents' patio. I remember digging for hours in the ant hill behind my house looking for the queen aunt with Jessica, the little girl across the street. I wanted a real, working ant farm, and was so disappointed that the ants I got with the kit did not include a queen. We were going to start a "bug club" with the other neighborhood children, just like it said in my library book.
I remember my thrill when we found our first caterpillar, Natalie and me, last summer. We watched it for a while.
This little girl, my beautiful, growing up way to fast daughter:
She is nothing like me. Well she is like me in many, many ways, but not when it comes to the creepie crawlies.
We found a couple of fireflies yesterday on a walk. I caught one and told her that she could hold it if she wanted.
"No thank you, I'm never ever ever ever ever going to touch a buggie. Never ever."
Sometimes raising a true girlie girl is interesting, to say the least.
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