Oh, it's caterpillar season. After a couple of years of pretty light gypsy moth activity, it appears the tents are back in full force near my grandparents', and of course when you are two, this is fascinating:
I always loved caterpillars, before I learned just how destructive they really are. I still kind of think they're cute. At least I will always have lightning bugs.
Maybe my recollection is hazy, but I don't remember trying to actively kill every bug I saw when I was Shae's age. I was more of a girlie-girl, and I still get my husband to dispose of the spiders, flies, millipedes, etc. that turn up in the basement. But not my kid:
I'm not sure whether to be proud or horrified.