Write about: the bug catcher.
Woke to pouring rain this morning. After breakfast it had pretty much stopped. Held off for the rest of the day, but it is currently pouring again.
Hoping it gets it all out before tomorrow, as my weekend is ending tonight and my four day work week begins at 7 am.
Oh, the prompt? Inspired by Max, I'm sure you'll be surprised to hear. He has a little plastic bug catcher thing and he's been hunting insects for the last week or so with it. The other day he caught a caterpillar and he's been obsessed with it, always checking to see if he's okay, bringing him with him wherever he goes, and refreshing his food (lettuce from the greenhouse and grass from the yard, mostly).
They've started doing 'show and tell' at playschool on Thursdays so, obviously, that's what he wanted to bring today. I made sure this morning that the little guy was still alive (amazingly, yes he was) and then said that was a great idea.
Apparently it went very well, and the other kids were all quite fascinated with his catch. As they should have been, clearly.
Ants and spiders,
Butterflies and dragonflies,
Under his watchful eye.
Giving them food, water, and
Showering them with attention,
Like they were his own children.
Insects living the good life,
Free from all predators -
Except, perhaps, overeager fingers...