Bugs. Ewww.
Let's just get this out of the way first. I hate bugs. Really hate them. I've done my best to suppress this around Kay, even trying to show an interest in them, "Wow, how many legs does that one have? Where are his eyes?" when in reality my skin is crawling.
Let's just get this out of the way first. I hate bugs. Really hate them. I've done my best to suppress this around Kay, even trying to show an interest in them, "Wow, how many legs does that one have? Where are his eyes?" when in reality my skin is crawling.
But this post is about creepy crawlies of the plastic kind so I'll get through it.
I made a "nature kit" for Kay - just whatever "science-y" things I could find I tossed into her Elmo backpack (who says "Nature Explorer" better then the little red monster?!). There was a magnifying glass, flashlight, binoculars, tweezers, pretend camera, notebook and pen.
When she got up from "rest time" I told her that there were 3 bugs on the loose and could she use the things in this backpack to find them? I gave her a little container to put her finds in and she was on her way.
With each one she found she would exclaim, "Oh, no! He's injured!" and carefully pick it up with the tweezers and place it into the little bowl. When she found all three, she pretended to take care of them at a "bug hospital" and even took notes on their condition in her notebook.
The next time we have an escape of creepy crawlies, I know just the preschooler to call! (And please let that be never, by the way!)
Kay was 4 1/2.
