The very second I told the internet about Taylor and Megan, they started to mock me. For the first time since Alexis brought them home, I saw them both. At the same time. Both of them were at the corner of the terrarium flittering their little legs as they tried to figure out a way to climb up the walls.
::shudder::
I guess I can't pretend that the whole "two of them" thing is a myth. I was trying.
ANYWAY.
I have found it infinitely interesting to watch the internet critique my decision to be all -meh- about signing that permission slip. It's as if there is a pocket of people who have not heard the words "pick your battles." That's what I do. Pick my battles. When my battles are things like "Can I have a beetle that's totally free and never needs fed or anything" and "Can I have a sleepover with 20 of my best friends" I CHOOSE THE BEETLES.
Beetles with teeth > Screaming girls. It's a fact.
Besides, if ever there is a need to make the beetles go away, I'm pretty sure I can figure out a way to make that happen. I probably won't even need a blowtorch. Much.
It wasn't just a "pick your battles" sort of decision, though. Not entirely. It was also a little bit of "damn, if my kid can handle holding a beetle, what else can she do?" sort of decision.
You guys, I can't get the husband to get rid of spiders or stinkbugs that wander into the house, but I bet I can get the 7-year old girl to do it now. Having an in-house bug picker-upper-and-getter-ridder is a HUGE win.
That's just the start of all of the things is going to do in her life. She's not just willing to face her fears, she invites them to live in her bedroom.