Sounds like a new Andy Sandberg video, doesn’t it? My junior entomologist is turning our home into a virtual bug village. In the last month, I’ve been woken up awakened freaked out at dawn by a slug held right in front of my eyeball, have trapped a brown recluse for observation, and swallowed a bottle of xanax because the cat knocked over Ellie’s bug catcher in the middle of the night – it contained a cricket, two roly poly bugs, and an ant.
We have now reached a new high low. Ben had dinner recently with a friend who lives in Arizona. This “friend” told Ben about all the scorpions he finds in his yard (and two in his tub…sweet Mother of Mercy). Ellie was riveted by this and said, “Daddy, I need you to write him an email. I’ll tell you what to say. Dear Friend, when you go outside take a stick with you. Find a scorpion and stick it with the stick. Then mail it to me so my Daddy can drill it to my wall.”
When this happens, I’ll be moving in with you. I don’t need much room. Just a corner to call my own. Where I can rock and suck my thumb.
