Don’t Let the Bed Bugs Bite!

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So, my daughter hates bugs.

Selectively.

Spiders are a big no no. Bees? Don’t even get her started. Ladybugs are cool in her book, and so are butterflies. Flies are Hell’s creation.

Once a fly got stuck in our car (as they do).

It was a normal, tiny, harmless fly, but my daughter was convinced it was going to attack her. She screamed. And screamed. And cried and screamed. We, of course, had all the windows rolled down. We tried singing “Shoo fly don’t bother me”. Nah. That stuff didn’t work. Even after the fly had graced us with his lack of presence (he flew out the window) she had aftershocks – she would start hyperventilating and asking us if it was gone.

Lots of people are scared of bugs. Apparently, it’s because our brain is confusing fear with disgust and we are culturally trained to “fear” them. Hmm….

I made the mistake last night being silly tucking her into bed. I did the usual routine: I tucked the covers under her “toe-sies”, tucked her stuffed bear cozily next to her, kissed and hugged her. Then something wild must have come over me, because I uttered the horrible phrase “Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

All of a sudden, she sits up, grabs her blanket under her chin and with wide eyes, shouts “What bugs?!?!?”. I quickly played it off, saying “I was just kidding. Goodnight.”. She was brave and laughed it off, laid down and went to sleep.

Whoo! Really dodged the bullet this time.

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In other news, worms are not bugs. Worms are cool, but must be squashed.

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We recently got G a bike with training wheels. She is a natural and loves to ride around with the “big kids” in our cul-de-sac. It’s May and it’s just starting to get hot out. Our usual bike-riding time is the late afternoons, after she wakes up from her nap but just before it’s time to start getting dinner ready. The temperature is warm. Worms are starting to come out and die a slow death on the pavement after a rain. I always found this fascinating as a kid.

We saw one that was still clinging onto life. A couple kids came running. A few picked it up. One gave it a name. It was Frankie. My child said “I’ll be right back” and went to grab her bike. I asked what she was doing.

“I want to run over it with my bike”.

So….Worms = not scary but must die. Bugs = Scary and must never exist.

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