Drama central here this weekend. Little one's pet stick insect didn't make it...... and he couldn't understand why..... as he had been carefully following all the steps in the 'How To Care For Stick Insects' fact sheet that he downloaded from the internet. Honestly he cried for ages... totally broken. Didn't help that Mummy and Daddy burst out laughing when he answered our "how do you know that he is dead" question with "well, he's lying on his back and not moving".
Big brother distracted him by encouraging another bug hunt. You wouldn't think we would have so many bugs being 'inner city with new garden'. They found the most disgustingly large locusts on some of our plants, to which Daddy promptly said, "get rid of them, they eat whole plants in a day". Little one was mortified, "what!??... you can't kill them, they're extremely rare".... another outburst of laughter from us and he was broken again... too much trauma for one day. Guess what... one said locust is being lovingly cared for in the bug hut until he meets his untimely end in a few days..... it's all the man handling and hugs that kills them, I am sure. He has been given the name 'John Whitley'... I have no idea why.... not 'John'.... but 'John Whitley'.
And in more tragic news, Nigel, the 'over-loved' Bearded Dragon Lizard Thing, keeping Brian (the other over-loved lizard) company, is in a very bad way and has entered into what appears to be early rigor mortis. Much tears from older son.... so they (all the lads in this house) have set off on a trip to the Pet Superstore for some emergency lizard care. I'm taking a breather from all the drama, sipping some tea in a peaceful house. Frankly I am a bit sick of all this bug/lizard fuss.... it takes over all our waking hours! Isn't my hubby a darling, he dropped everything to drive the lizard ambulance.
Once upon a time this blog used to be all about 'The House'.... it's the happenings in the house that are taking up all my time these days! Yep, no butterflies and rainbows here....still hard core creepy crawly stuff. Back to the books... told you I couldn't keep away... almost made it!
P.S. They're back, hmmm too short a tea break for me. Apparently the 'super worms' purchased last week are a no go for baby Bearded Dragons... they need 90% live crickets and only 10% veges.... bad case of indigestion perhaps?... he's still not looking too good... the car trip in a plastic container probably did not help much either. These 2 very spoilt lizards are now the proud owners of a 'heat rock' to keep them warm in their tank, during the winter. Oh my husband is a softie when it comes to our boys and their passions... but he summed it up beautifully when he walked in the door and whispered to me, with a big sigh, "I can't believe we are making such a fuss over something we would normally just step on in the garden".... boy did we belly laugh! The things we do for our children.... but they will remember these tokens of love, I am sure!