Kendall discovered a box elder bug today.
She laid on her tummy on the kitchen floor, scooting along with it. It tried to crawl to safety.
She mumbled and grunted. It crawled.
She scooted, whispering, "Bee. Bee. Bee."
Every bug is a bee to her.
She giggled. It crawled.
She touched it. It stopped.
She giggled harder.
Then she squished it.
Bye Bye Bob the box elder bug. We won't miss you. You have plenty of brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles.
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