Me: Hi Dash! What do you have in your hand?
Dash (6yo): It's a moth.
Me: You should let it go...or you'll end up killing it.
Dash: I really want to keep him-- forever!
I walk away. Ten minutes later, the poor thing is still in Dash's fist.
Me: Dash! It's probably dead already...just let it go.
Dash: No it's not, Mommy! Seeeeee??? (the moth moves just a little bit) I'm going to name him Dash because that's the best name ever!
Dash and Tank (4yo) run off to make it a home out of leaves and sticks. Tank begins peeling bark from a tree to feed it. (*sigh* I guess we need to shift our science lessons from plants to bugs and critters!) Another ten minutes goes by and the moth is not moving anymore. Nice mommy that I am tells him once again that it's probably already dead.
Dash: No mommy, Dash is just sleeping; he's taking a long nap...he's hibernating for the winter! Hmmm...funny how that one wing is crooked, I didn't know a moth could sleep like that. (He happily trots off to the front yard with Dash still in his clutches).
Who am I to argue with such logic? The boys find their bugscope and as he's trying to fit poor little Dash into it, he looks at me and says:
Mommy, Dash is dead. (ya think?!) Look, his wing got caught on the edge and it got squished. Poor Dash. He was a good moth. (Yup, I'm sure it had nothing to do being trapped in your fist for half an hour)
Now I'm just waiting for them to go bury dear old Dash in the backyard. They'll probably plant him in the dirt pile to see if he grows more moth's.
Just kidding-- my kids have a little more sense than that!
Oh well, it could be worse. They've been happy for years just looking at the crawdad's, lizards and frogs around our yard...and the occasional gigantic spider or slithery snake. I knew the day would eventually come when they'd want to actually keep one as a pet. *sigh* I'm sure this is the first of a long string of innocent little creatures that will lodge with us!
So to all of you out there who have a house full of critters-- I salute you! I, however, will be doing my best to keep them at least in the garage...I'm not too fond of things creeping around my house. And heaven forbid that *I* unknowingly step on of these things in the middle of the night (or even day)! Ewwwwww!!!
Edited to add that after dinner tonight, he got this sad look on his face and said he really missed Dash. Funny how they can seem so grown up at times and like such innocent little babies the next!