Our little girl, despite begging for her Beanie Baby snake before heading to bed, definitely has a girlie streak in her. This was demonstrated today when, after emerging from my bedroom a half hour into her nap-time, I heard a small squeal from across the hall. Opening the door to investigate, I found her, eyes wide, staring around the room, whimpering slightly. "It's a bug!"
This bug - the one that was too terrifying to allow her to sleep - was your everyday house-fly. But this did not matter to my little one. The fact was, he was tiny, black and had wings - that was good enough for her. He had to be dealt with. So, I grabbed the fly swatter and deal with him, I did, but, apparently, not before he entirely ruined her nap-time. She never did settle back to sleep.
And this is how she's been lately. If there is an ant on the floor, she'll see it and watch carefully until I dispose of the creature in some manner or another. A beetle sends her running, screaming, "Spider!" (which is pretty much what she calls anything that crawls - if it flies, it's usually a "bee").
Yep, that's my girl. Cuddling with snakes and running from flies. She's a paradox in training pants.