This is for my Sarah Beth. An account of her daily adventures and discoveries.

This is how much I love my daughter.  I love her so much that I am willing to capture strange bugs in her bug jar for her to examine.  I hate bugs.  Little ones, big ones, cool ones, creepy ones, they all scare me just a wee little bit.  Luckily, Sarah has not inherited/acquired that particular phobia.  Anyhoo, I was throwing out the garbage just now and saw this green beetleish bug on the screen door.  I grabbed Sarah's little bug jar (cause she also has a big one) and captured it for her.  She loved it!  She named him Beetle Skeetle and she thinks he is so beautiful and so tiny.  Gosh, I'm getting the hibbie gibbies just writing about it.  So, if I hate bugs so much, why am I willingly bringing in bugs into my home?  Sarah loves bugs and I want her to have every opportunity to learn, explore and grow.  If Spielberg's mother was willing to ruin her kicthen cabinets for his childhood movies then the least I can do is allow a few bugs into the house.  The only drawback I can see in this picture is that there aren't a whole lot of billionare entomologist out there.  Hmm...I guess you can't have everything.