No - - No - - NOT
"Oh no. No. NOT!" she cried. She doesn't like small creatures with too many legs. She doesn't like the crickets that the geckos eat.
She didn't like this very large beetle that we came across in France:
And she didn't like this one either.
I, on the other hand, do like them, I find them interesting. I don't know what these particular ones are, except HUGE. I think the top one might be a stag beetle.
Emily's particular dislike is reserved for moths and the Communist feels the same. "They flutter at you," is their criticism, said in tones of deep revulsion. Butterflies don't bother them, so I think it must be the fluttering frequency that causes the problem, and perhaps the fact that most moths are active at night when you can't see quite what they are.
The only things I don't like amongst all these creepy crawlies are, firstly, the ones that are actually dangerous, and secondly, the ones that bite or sting. And I'm not too keen on those big squashy slugs, especially the black ones with orange round them, but that's mostly because I hate treading on them in the dark and the noise they make when I do. It's worse for them than for me, though, I accept that.
And "a no no NOT" is a good fast classification for all small things that might make you go "eeuurgh."
posted by Daphne at 5:37 pm
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Butterflies DO bother me!!
I had a little beetle
So that beetle was his name
And I called him Alexander
And he answered just the same
And I put him in a matchbox
And I kept him all the day
But nanny let my beetle out
Yes nanny let my beetle out
She went and let my beetle out
And beetle ran away
She said she didn't mean it
And I never said she did
She said she wanted matches
And she just took off the lid
She said I mustn't worry
And I really mustn't mind
That there's lots and lots of beetles
The she's certain we could find
She said I mustn't worry
But it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle
You've mistaken for a match
If we looked in all the places
That a beetle might be near
And we made the kind of noises
That a beetle likes to hear
And I heard a kind of something
And I gave a sort of shout
It was a beetle house
And Alexander beetle coming out
It was Alexander beetle
I'm as certain as can be
And he had that kind of look as though
He thought it might be me
And he had that kind of look as though
He thought he ought to say
"I'm really very sorry that I tried to run away"
And nanny's very sorry too
Cause you know what she did
And she's writing Alexander
Very blackly on the lid
So nan and me are friends because
It's difficult to catch
An excited Alexander
You've misstaken for a match
Alexander Beetle by AA Milne
snails bother my son.
even pasta that looks like snails (shell sort)
he screams 'nails mamma 'nails and runs away.
but he does love bugs and spiders.
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