Yesterday Connor captured and placed in his bug habitat a gypsy moth caterpillar. He loved that guy. For about 3 minutes. Then he went in the backyard and played on his swing for awhile while the caterpillar slowly cooked to death in the plastic death chamber in the garage. After a brief attempt at resuscitation, he was carried around until he disintgrated into about 5 sections and Connor attempted to place his bits INTO a spider web for the spider to eat.
Today at 7pm-Front Yard
Connor holding another potential victim in hand.
C: Mom. Remember my caterpillar? From yesterday? The one that died in the pieces?
D: Yup
C: I have another one to take his place.
D: That one looks like it is already dead to me.
C: It is.
D: What are you going to do with it? It's dead.
C: Awwww. Poor caterpillar. I guess it will have to replace my imaginary dead caterpillar from yesterday that died in the pieces. Okay?
D: Okay!
After that he proceeded to hang it off his shirt and dance a happy death dance in the driveway. Then, the carcass was summarily smashed to bits so that the innards could be examined and discussed.
Boys--gotta love 'em!!
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