One of my favorite childhood memories: I was young, not quite sure how old I was. My dad found a preying mantis who was about to lay her eggs. He brought her home and made a box for her to live in and lay her eggs. The box was about the size of an old-school cardboard pencil box - he made her new home out of wood. The roof of the house was made out of plexi-glass and you could slide it in and out to open the house up.
She did her last deed as a mom and laid her egg sack securely in that box. I remember watching that box all winter long!
Once spring approached, the egg sack hatched and hundred of little preying mantises were running wild through that box. My dad and I released them into our garden.
Every time I see a preying mantis, I am thrown back to childhood and filed with warm memories of that project with my dad!
This weekend, we were hanging out at one of our AWESOME metro parks when I looked up to see a massive preying mantis making a trek across the fabric awning.
I immediately had the kids look up and watch the beautiful little creature. But that just would not do because those memories flooded back into my mind. I asked myself, what would my dad do?
I grabbed a chair and a wooden rolling pin that the boys were playing with in the sand box. I climbed up and seduced the preying mantis onto the rolling pin.
I was successful.
I brought it down to the level of the boys, but they weren't too comfortable in watching it. So they stayed distant.
Unacceptable. I knew what I had to do.
Ewww!!!! Having creepy crawlies on me isn't my thing, but I attempted it for the boys so that they would come close.
I succeeded and the boys came near. They were enthralled. I encouraged them to touch gently and explained why these creatures are so cool.
All was well, until Evan poked slightly too hard and the little guy dug all six feet into my hand. It obviously didn't hurt but it scared me and I squealed. It was all over then!! I freaked Evan out and he would no longer be a part of it!
Evan would not come near the thing and finally I let it go in a neighboring bush. Carter on the other hand - was furious to see it go!!
What memories do you try to recreate with your kiddos?