He absolutely loves catching, observing, and playing with a number of little creatures. Fireflies, lizards, turtles, frogs, insects... You name it and he's probably caught one at some point. We have to sit out and catch fireflies pretty regularly. He has a net and "bug catcher" for this very purpose. He won't stop catching them until all their little glows have faded into the trees. Then his blinking bug catcher goes to bed with him, and I have permission to release them once he's asleep. He's a pretty proficient little firefly catcher too. If you're on facebook, you may have read his firefly story from last week. If not, here's what it said:
"After running some errands, we got home when fireflies were lighting up the sky. Tyler stayed outside for a few minutes to catch some. About 5 min later he comes running in looking for his bug catcher. He finds it and starts emptying the contents of his little fist into the container. I'm expecting 4 MAYBE 5...but... he caught 17! Amazingly, most all of them were still alive and kicking!"
Tyler also names all his creatures. And before releasing them back into the wild, we have to take pictures to remember them by (with the exception of the fireflies). A week or so ago we found Feisty the turtle. He got this name because he wasn't scared of anything and would keep moving even when being held. I don't think I saw him go inide his shell even once the whole time he was in our posession. Feisty got to hang around and play for a day and a half before I decided he might need something more than leaves, grass, and water to keep him alive.
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| FYI - Tyler was recovering from some sort of break-out (rash? allergic reaction? virus? I'm not sure...) on his face. |
Then just the other night, he caught Slip the frog. We put him in a bowl with holes cut in the lid, but I'm thinking Slip wasn't feeling the love. We only kept him captured for a couple hours before his release.
(Please excuse the blurry photos, but he was still inside the bowl. It was dark out when it was time to release him, so I took the photos inside. Call me crazy, but I insisted that Slip stay in the bowl while inside the house. The last thing I want is a frog hopping around my house at bedtime!)
And is it just me or is Mr. Slip slipping me the finger in this next one...
I guess he took the bowl thing personal.
Or it could have been the flashing camera in his face...
Sorry Slip. It was for the boy.
