Back when we were waiting to bring Tea home from Thailand, I was trying to wrap my head around being the mom of a boy. I found a poem A.A. Milne wrote about a boy and his beetle that I absolutely loved.
Now I wouldn’t trade my boys for anything. And I love the bugs, as long as they don’t sting. Or bite. OK, so maybe I don’t love most bugs. But this one was gorgeous. Please don’t tell me it’s a Ferocious Arugula Decimater Beetle, because we found it in the veggie garden before Tea started moving it around the yard.