"Mama! I've been out collecting bugs! Wanna see?"


How can I refuse an offer like that?


First, we open the door to our handy bug collecting device.


Next, we get out our trusty magnifying glass.


Then we marvel in the squishy, creepy-crawly wonderfulness of spring.



I am very interested in the worm, the centipede, and the two beetle-ish guys Finn has collected. Really, I am. I'm loving them.



And the little boy. He's pretty marvelous too.