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Warm weather and plentiful rain has brought down a plague of bugs upon my house.
Ants recently have breached the back door. I know of poisons which would leave them senseless and reeling, but I hesitate to use them as the ants most certainly would not be the only ones ingesting the chemicals.
So I sweep the ants away, only to have them saunter back in moments later. It’s all right though; the babies are fascinated by their progress across the floor. They find minuscule cracker crumbs and attempt to feed the ants. Crumbs get picked up off the floor, toddlers are amused and ants are fed without needing to invade the pantry. Who loses in a situation like this?
The ants are tiny enough not to threaten small people. Spiders on the other hand send them screaming in terror to me. I peel the children from my legs and in a soothing voice repeat the innocuous propaganda passed down from parent to child since time immemorial: “They’re more afraid of you than you are of them!”
I usher the offending arachnids unceremoniously outdoors, children peeping around my thighs the whole way.
Ants are awesome fun, and spiders rock, but best so far has been the visit paid to us by a bull-headed yet seemingly intoxicated fly the other day. It fixated on the couch, in particular one small section where surely some delicious goody had previously been spilled.
Its presence attracted the attention of the toddlers, who bent their heads over the seat, concentrating on the fly’s shimmery wings and deep black body. It bore their scrutiny far longer than any fly should have, but eventually even it tired of the attention.
They screamed and tumbled over themselves backing away from it, which under normal circumstances should have sent the fly to the far corner of the house. But not this one! Instantly it was back on the couch, and after the little ones got to their feet, they were back too.
And so this is how they spent fifteen minutes on an otherwise dull and rainy Saturday morning: observing, shrieking, falling down, getting back up, and observing again.
Who needs toddler science classes when you’ve got a house full of bugs, right?



