A Bug's Life

Well, I've managed to make my eldest terrified of bugs. I didn't do it on purpose! I'm just scared of bugs and I can't hide it well...okay...at all. Where it all started, who knows. There's been so many instances of me nearly crapping my pants when bugs are involved and Kale has unfortunately been witness to these such things. It could've began in the womb. Example-I was full on 7 months pregnant with Kale, talking to a neighbor in the front yard. Grasshopper appears. (HATE GRASSHOPPERS, no discrimination on size) Heart pounds and almost bursts. I leap over the huge flower pot and flower bed I'm standing near. Neighbor says "Wow, I've never seen a pregnant woman jump so high".


Another example- Walking hand and hand with Kale in the park towards a table to eat watermelon in the summer. Wasp appears and makes several attempts on my life. I scream like I'm being chased by Freddy Krueger, let go of Kale's hand, dropping the watermelon (and knife) and screaming like a wild banshee in the middle of the field. I look back and Kale is running after me crying, so scared. I felt so ridiculous.

Oh, I like to take Kale to see the butterfly exhibit at the museum. Butterflies, okay, bu-tt-er-fl-ies. Harmless? Right? I'm fine for a little bit. I'm all "oooohhh, look at that butterfly Kale. Look at this one...isn't that pretty?". And then, aaarggghhhh, I'm scared and I'm the idiot flailing my arms, trying to kill the damn things with my museum map.

And I wonder where this fear is coming from?

Anyway, we went to Victoria for lunch and to visit my Grandfather today because it is his birthday. Kale and Nathan played soccer, had so much fun with sidewalk chalk, then Keith and Justin took them on a bug scavenger hunt. We also bought "A Bug's Life" Disney movie for him to watch on the way up there. We had to turn it off and give him a book to read. He was almost in tears when the grasshoppers appeared. How dare you put in a Disney movie with your child strapped into his carseat and no where to turn!!!!!!!!!! And we call ourselves loving parents. Hence post.

Kale wouldn't touch a bug. Wouldn't let Keith or Justin even get really close to show him a bug. Only with a stick (which he pronounces "dick" ) Can you imagine "where's my dick" a gazillion times. Oh yeah, it's worth it. My poor baby. I'm going to work on it buddy. I promise to be a little better around bugs. A little less terrified and more inquisitive. I can't make any promises about roaches, though.