Who cares- if it's with in eye sight- I squish whatever bug I can.
I'm not that girly- but bugs- eeeeeK. I don't like 'em.
My 4 year old has named any, and all black ants "Esa" (eee-suh). The little red fire ants? They are "Esa's babies." Last year (age 3) she decided (through trial and bug-bitten error) that "Esa's babies are MEAN!".
My 2 year old is a copy-cat. If she hears it, she says it, and claims it as her own. She now calls black ants "Esa".
Today, in our foyer, "Esa" was crawling around. She was watching him/her and said "It's Esa. It's Esa. See it? See it, Mommy?" And- with out thinking, I squished Esa. (Yay me for winning Crappy Mom of the Year award.) Thankfully- Leah is cool. Had it been Zoe, it would have been a SCANDAL for me to have (innocently) squished Esa. Leah? She just walked away, started walking up the stairs, turned back to me, and said "Esa? He's on your shoe?" (I lower my head slightly- ashamed) "Yes. Esa is on my shoe."
Her response? "Okay."
Phew! I need to me more careful with my squishing.