I am thankful my kids like bugs and are not squeamish about them. Really I am. I can handle the fact that they build houses for snails, want to hold the worms in the worn bin, even the tomato horn worm incident from last summer was fine since I didn't need to touch them. I think their love of bugs has gone over the deep end, as I discovered recently on a trip to Quail Gardens.
It is really necessary for both kids to hold the giant millipede and be sad that there were no real live tarantulas and scorpions to hold? Why can't they run away screaming like I wish I could have?
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