so, i'm a good mom, at least i like to think so. for the most part, we go about our days with not too much hoopla; lily and i are both pretty laid back, and i bet some think i'm a little too lax in my parenting. well, today, they were right. i was out on the front porch enjoying the warm weather watching lily play in the mulch when i noticed my day lilys (the flowers, not my daughter) needed a little trimming. the fronds from last year were withered away, so i thought i would clean them up. in the mean time a rather large rollie pollie strolled out of the mulch. i showed it to lily, what kid doesn't think they're the neatest bug out there? she thought it was quite intriguing. back to the trimming. i keep pulling out the dead fronds, and a huge, juicy spider jumps out of the mulch. sick. so, i go about attempting to kill it, it was one of the jumpy kinds. yuck. finally, success! then, as i'm trying to scoop it up with something, i hear a crunch from behind me. now, i know lily is less picky than i when it comes to her appetite, but seriously, does she need to try this as a delicacy? i scream, pinch her cheeks together, and out comes mr. potatoe bug, with a severe dislocation right across his mid section. sorry mr. bug. i ran lily inside, put a pea-sized amount of flouride-free
(told you i'm a good mom!) toothpaste on my finger and cleaned out her mouth. then i thought it might be wise to wash my hands first since i had been trimming the plants. oh well. my aunt always told me "god made dirt so dirt don't hurt." i believe god made bugs too.