To Catch a Bug

This weekend, my nephew Barrett had a big time playing with his newest toy, a bug catcher. He is absolutely fascinated with all things bug/animal related at the moment. This weekend, I slept in the bed with him and on Sunday morning, he slipped out of bed without me knowing and went and hung out with my grandmother (who I should mention is 89...). He convinced her to let him go in his parents room, grab the keys to the car, and go outside to fetch his bug catcher out of the car and walk around and look for bugs. Poor Mama Bernice. I'm sure that's exactly what she felt like doing at 6:30 in the morning.

Finally we had all gotten up and were at Barrett's mercy on his bug hunting mission.

First he enlisted the help of my father, then he got me into it. Which, I have to admit was pretty fun. Ha! We searched and searched. Looking on flowers, in the grass, out in the cotton field-everywhere!

There were a few butterflies fluttering around the field, so we sat and watched and hoped that they came close enough to catch. I chased and chased those butterflies. I couldn't catch Barrett one, but apparently my father is the butterfly catching expert.

Here he is showing off his catch! I was a bit jealous. Thankfully, Barrett grew tired and had to rest, so we could all rest!

Oh the simple joys of being 4 years old again! Glad I could help him on his quest for his bug collection.