I heard the door slam and I could tell right away it was Baby Girl from the pitter-patter of the little feet. "Mama! Mama! Gug!"
"Oh, you found a bug?" She came running in, and her fist was tightly squeezed... I knew there was little chance of survival.
She was so excited I had to pry her little fingers up to see.... poor little cricket. It had lost several of its legs and was obviously dead. But to her, it was a wonderful treasure!
I exclaimed over it properly, telling her how great it was, and how smart she was to find it! She wandered off then, and I figured that was that. Poor little cricket.
Suddenly she was back, holding this....
Oh, so nice! A home for the cricket! Hmm, she must have been watching CJ all those times he captured little bugs... only his were alive when he put them in the jar. Poor little cricket...
She carried it around for several hours, keeping it away from all the kiddos who wanted to see. "No no no! My gug!" It lost its other legs and never moved, but it was her gug! ;) Poor little cricket.
