It all started when I found a few cicada exoskeletons in the bushes. For those of you who live where these guys aren't native, they shed their exoskeletons in the summer and it leaves behind a perfect little model of what the bug used to look like. They also make crazy loud noises in their mate search.
It surprised me that Bella wasn't squeamish about touching them once she saw me do it. Here's the video of her seeing them for the first time:
And for those of you who don't want to do video, here are some stills:
Though from time to time she squeezes a bit too hard and a piece breaks off and she gets a little worried.
How were you with bugs when you were a kid? Did you love em or hate them or did it depend on what it was?