June 30, 2005


As if a dog and three (we adopted Polecat and his name is George) cats weren't enough, C went tadpole collecting with her best girlfriend and for the past three weeks they have been observing them grow legs and lose their tails, and occasionally their lives. They have generously shared several pollywogs with a chosen few friends, and just this morning, A celebrated her personal baby toad's leap into adulthood: Skipperdee now has fully grown legs.

I came home from an errand to find that they had also paired a female cricket (such knowledge gathered by observation of her obvious ovipositor) with a male (known by his lack of said ovipositor) in K's bug box. The male hasn't stopped chirping. I think I may have seen the female yawn.

Between my little veterinarian and her littler-sister-entomologist-to-be, I think I am quickly running out of home. And maybe nerves.

Posted by Rae at June 30, 2005 04:48 PM

I think it is so wonderful that you let your kids explore the world through experience. My mom always let us kids take in pets and creatures of all kinds to teach us about the world. That knowledge has stayed with me and the memories of frogs, fish, and other crawling creatures will too. :-)

Posted by: Jenn at June 30, 2005 06:29 PM

Ahh.. tadpoles!!! I have many many memories of tadpole hunting at the farm and can remember also watching them sprout legs and hop away. Crawdads were another favorite. I just love that part of growing up. The sheer amazement of mother nature!! It is wonderful to explore this world. My oldest son is in awe of rollypollies. Him and his cousin gather them all up, then (in their own words "send them back home to their moms and dads."

Posted by: Sally at June 30, 2005 06:48 PM

entomologist for sure.
Sally-My favorite Crawdad story was when I was with all the girls at a farm pond and our niece found "Crawdad thumbs" we all roared with laughter. Reminds me of the best times I had as a kid. It involved no activities or toys or sports or entertainment. Just kids and the outdoors.

Posted by: R at June 30, 2005 10:59 PM

Sally, I remember Bobby coming home with all kinds of incredibly wiggly creatures stuffed in his pockets and a black snake wrapped around his neck.

Posted by: Rae at July 1, 2005 09:06 AM

The best story I have ever heard about Bobby was when he and another boy ran down a wild turkey and caught it alive with their bare hands.

Posted by: R at July 3, 2005 06:47 PM

OMGosh! Lol! I have never even heard that one myself. Ran down a live turkey and caught it with their bare hands....!

Posted by: Rae at July 3, 2005 07:03 PM
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