Still, call me strange, but I couldn't help myself. Sometimes, when I would find a bug in our apartment, I would catch it and put it in a jar or bag and let the kids keep it as a pet for a while.
What? I've seen stranger things. One of my sisters use to swallow ants for shock factor and I had a roommate back at BYU who would catch one of those big flies, toss it in the freezer for a few seconds, then pull it out and tie a string around one of its legs. When the fly would thaw out, it would try and fly. So, she would walk around, with a fly one a string, while telling people that she was out walking her fly.
So yesterday, when Savannah saw a fly on the window, I wasn't surprised that she was excited. But she's also in this new phase where suddenly she is afraid of everything. So I was a bit taken back when Savannah come tearing down the hall and started talking so quickly that I had a hard time following, but this was the gist of it.
"Mom! I was afraid so I talked to Jesus and said to not make me afraid of the bug. Then I heard a voice tell, me, 'don't be afraid!' So now I'm not!"
Then she scampers away only to bring me back a bowl and a piece of paper asking me to catch the fly for her.
For the rest of the day, she chatted away with her fly as if they were the best of friends.
Of course, just before bed she asked me, "how come the fly is not dead yet?"
I hope she doesn't tire of all new friends this quickly. =)