Source: 16 Valvulas. No idea who or what they are. I should have put a real photo here, but I liked this one, and you don't really want to see photos of bugs, do you?
So, none of my children are afraid of bugs. I'd say that's a good thing. Jo was at the living room patio door the other day, trying to catch a moth. When he just couldn't get it, he tried to at least smuch [:slap with the hand with the intent to murder:] it. He didn't succeed in that, either. If his sisters cry, "there's a bug!" he'll come and pick it up and throw it into the trash can. Great job, boy - you're hired! Anyhow, apparently the girls don't mind bugs, either, at least not really small ones. This morning Ch came to me with a little beetle of some kind in her hands, telling me,
It's not dirty or mean, so don't kill it, but it just wants to get some rest.
Yes, ma'am. Shortly thereafter, La had another one like it. Life (our house?) is a zoo.
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