Yucky bugs!!!!

I hate bugs!!!!!  Tiny bugs,small bugs, big bugs ......any type of bugs creep me out. I hate them. Maybe it's because I grew up in the city but we had cockroaches and ants there too and I still hated them. Not only are they disgusitng looking but some are pretty scary. I grew up with two sisters who also detested bugs. My dad hated them too, my mom was fearless. She didn't like them but she could grab a spider with no problem and put it back outside of the house. She grew up in a farm so I am sure that's where the braveness and indifference came from.

I moved to the suburbs and began seeing more bugs and ......bugs I had never seen before. Yuck!!!!!  Then Lucas was born and I tried to protect him from them. I would not let him get anywhere near bees, spyders or ants. Fabio would laugh at me and show Lucas all the bugs that our backyard could offer. Yuck!!!! He was fearless like my mom, he grew up in the suburbs. Lucas didn't hate the bugs or was disgusted by them....he wanted to save them and take care of them. He never wanted me to kill a bee, spyder or ant. He would ask me nicely to take it back out into the backyard. I would have killed them in the past but when Lucas was born I wanted him to be kind and sweet to everyone and every living thing. I screwed myself. I now have to find a way to get the bees out of the house before it stings me. I have to trap the spider and then set it free. I can't just stomp on the ant, I have to take her outside. My sweet Lucas had thought me to love these bugs and accept them into my life. 

Three years forward and Noah was born and made me ICKY of bugs all over again. Noah is fascinated by bugs.  He brings me ants and tells me "mommy the ant is sick". No I tell him "the ant is dead baby you squeeze him with your tiny fingers". He says. " oh sorry ant". 

He picks up spiders by one leg and brings them to me as the spider is trying to wiggle out. 

Noah digs like a dog in our back yard and pulls out worms and then brings them to me and tells me (as if I didn't know) that they are called worms. Lucas then runs and takes the worm and puts it back in the dirt so that it doesn't die. 

Noah brings me back bugs of any kind like that pet dog/cat that brings back dead animals for their owners. My sweet Noah gardens me with bugs. He brings me bees still alive kicking as he is holding them with his tiny chubby fingers. I then quickly have to kill the bees so they don't sting us out of vengeance for Noah's attack. 

Noah likes to bring me slugs, beetles and some bugs I don't even know what they are. Poor Lucas tries to save everyone one of them. I actually find myself trying to save those animals from Noah's chubby fingers, all except for the bees. 

No matter what, my boys have taught me to be fearless, caring and most of all embrace these tiny creatures in our lives but they are still yucky.