Dylan was climbing a tree in our yard when we spotted the big, vacant shell of a cicada, still clinging to the tree. It was a pretty neat sight
He was a little reticent at first, but once he realized the bug had left the building, he held the shell in his hand so I could take a photo.
Alexa wanted to serve it up as "ice cream," but ended up squishing the delicate coating beneath her not-so-gentle fingers. (Her day care provider, Miss Ann, has dubbed her "Little Miss Tuff Stuff.")"When we walk, we naturally go to the fields and woods; what would become of us, if we walked only in a garden or a mall?"
--Thoreau, "Walking"
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