If you know me at all, you know that I hate (with a passion) bugs. But, for some reason, this little green guy didn’t bother me at all. He came in on Justin’s neck and must have gotten there by falling off a tree. I didn’t touch him, but I did find myself thinking of how cute he was. Maisie adored him and he became her little play buddy for a couple hours until she freed him on a weed growing in the cracks of the mostly pavement city we live in.
Is he cute or what? I think I could handle this bug because he didn’t have long antennas or long legs and he wasn’t trying to turn into a disgusting moth that would get into my food or clothes. If there are any tricks to getting over antennas and long legs, please help. I am in desperate need of getting over my bug phobia, especially when we get the occasional cockroach or crazy long legged centipede! Ew!