Why, yes, that is a bowl full of roly polys. Every morning this summer, Laine heads into the backyard and finds herself some bug friends for the day. This routine bothers her brother, who believes they should be, and I quote, "Living free and in the wild." (Taken from the PBS kids show, the Wild Kratts). Because of his opposition to the bug collecting, each night we try (and I use that term very loosely) to release the bugs back into the dirt. I use the term loosely, since there are many many mornings that the roly polys are no longer moving in their plastic container. Laine is not phased in the least and just dumps them into the dirt and collects herself some more.
The roly polys eat lunch with Lainey.
They hitch rides on her arms.
They dine at the kitchen table.
Other things these lucky little creatures have done this June:
1. Taken many car rides.
2. Burnt up the car.
3. Been released by me in Target parking lot so they don't burn up in the car. (is it weird I was feeling sad they might be lost since it wasn't our backyard? Yes, yes, that is very weird. I need help!)
4. Been released in the church parking lot so they don't burn up in the car.
5. Been dumped on the stairs with dirt and grass (only 2 of 5 were recaptured) so there are a few living in our house.
6. Been stored inside a tortilla warmer.
7. Been treated as if they are infants or little sisters to this future self proclaimed vet.
Did I really just write a whole post on roly polys? Clearly, they are a big part of our house these days. Ha!
