The Bug Life

Hana got a little surprise yesterday. Let me back up. A few weeks ago Hana exclaimed, "I want to catch bugs!" When asked what kinds of bugs she wanted to catch, she listed frogs and lizards, I believe it was. Yes, I know those aren't bugs, but she's young. The point is, she wants to catch things and is very interested in all things creepy crawly. (I'm talking about bugs here, Mom and Ernie! LOL) Anyhow, I have been on the lookout for a bug house and hit the jackpot at Big Lots yesterday. You know me and my love for a good bargain! For only $4 I got this:

A bug house, a magnifying glass (or as Hana calls it a measure-ifying glass) and tweezers so you don't actually have to touch them. I am a big fan of the tweezers. The cell phone you see in the bug house did not come with it. Hana just has to have it on her at all times in case her baby brother calls or texts her. She loves her bug house!

So these days we are living the bug life, which is far different, I assume, than the thug life. ;-) We've been doing a lot of this the past couple of days:

And a little of that:

And a little of this:

Most of the things she's been looking at are dead. Poor kid. She doesn't know any better, though. She's just glad to find things that stay still long enough for her to examine. While on our morning walk today we did come across a few roley poleys and then this secada:

I think the secada was about dead, too, because I had to roll it over onto it's feet and it didn't move very far. We walked on and turned around and came back and it was still sitting there. Oh, well! At least she got a good look at it! She is infatuated with her measure-ifying glass. "It gets bigger and bigger!" is what she says when looks at something through it. She'll have a blast next time we go to the lake. There's lots of creepy crawly things down there for her to investigate!

FYI: Notice in the picture of her holding her bug house above she is wearing a pink shirt and pink shorts. She really liked that. She said, "I have on a pink shirt and my shorts are pink, too! I'm the pink girl!" Then for the rest of the night it was, "No, I'm not Hana, I'm the pink girl." I would say, "Hana, it's time for dinner! Wash your hands!" And she would say, "Could you tell the pink girl to wash her hands please? I'm not Hana, I'm the pink girl"