I strongly dislike bugs.
This may be why I don’t garden.
Or why I don’t do camping.
Or playgrounds without benches.
But I am raising a daughter and thus I try to keep my bug revulsion to a minimum because I don’t want her to be that squealy squeamish girl…like me.
So when our fabulously wonderful neighbor brought over a cocoon of little praying mantis babies for La C, I smiled and thanked her.
From 10 feet away and up on the deck.
I think this book was made for me.
