I’ve always trended more tomboy than girly-girl. An exception: Enter a bug with an unreasonable number of legs or exceptionally disgusting appearance into my personal space, and I’m all shrieking schoolgirl, at least on the inside.
So I’m rather pleased that I managed to flinch only slightly when I absentmindedly put out my hand to hold the boys’ latest discovery and received these fine fellows. Thankfully, they were only the shells of their former selves. It was a good little science lesson, after all.
Still, I was decidedly happier with the crickets we chased for the rest of the evening.