Two of my three kids bring the Outdoors in... and it's not my boys. It's Big Brother and Little Sister (middle brother Teddy tends not to bring me bugs--he'd rather go fast. At seven he asked me whether Jr. High was 'grown up', and could he have a motorcycle...).
|It's in the washing machine...|
Why? (...do I even ask?)
Because it was filled with dirt, leaves and Dangomushi. *Naturally*.
|Armidillidium vulgare... terrestrial crustaceans|
These little guys-- did you play with these when you were a kid, too?
I did, but the Japanese name for them is so appropriate that I had to look them up on Wiki to find out what the common English name was-- oh yeah! Pill bugs. Roly Polies.
|Dango-- the kind you can eat|
|Papilio xuthus... Agehachou, Swallowtail butterfly|
Aack-- lack of transition!
Here-- look at this butterfly...
I hafta feed the snail!!
Ah... of course. I see. *gets cucumber and knife*
|Den den, mushi mushi, Katatsumuri... Mr. Snail|
|...or Miss Snail... Mrs.?|
|How in the world does one determine marital status in snails?|
|You don't suppose I subconsciously encourage this behavior in my children, do you?|