It's a Matter of Semantics
Somehow we took a left turn at Phobiaville and a right turn at Insect City and wound up with a kid who is scared of bugs. She was not born fearing tiny things with more legs than her; it's something Alexis has learned from the people around her.
But not me.
I don't like bugs AT ALL, but unless there is a centipede crawling on my face, you won't hear me scream. I like to silently move very quickly away from bugs, all nonchalant and cool so as to not alert them that I am worthy of torture. NEVER let a bug see you sweat. It's like the universal sign for FOLLOW HER AND CRAWL ON HER AND SUCK HER BLOOD UNTIL SHE DIIIIIIES.
Anyway.
Alexis learned to be afraid of bees at school. I've worked hard to kick that little phobia to the curb, mostly because I plant a lot of perennials that attract bees. Bees are my friend.
Alexis learned to be afraid of every other insect on planet Earth from her friends in the neighborhood. If you spot her off in the distance waving her arms wildly as she screams at the top of her lungs, no worries. She's just reacting to a microscopic something or other that may or may not actually be there.
It's fantastic.
Today I was preparing to dump some sand into the giant hole in the ground when I noticed this little guy:
He/she seemed to be very near death and was just sitting on that little clump of sand, so I picked it up, thinking it was a good chance for Alexis to see a bug that wouldn't attack her face.
Knowing that only certain bugs are on the Acceptable List, I called over to Alexis, "Hey, look! I found a dragonfly!" Yes, I lie to my kid. Sometimes.
She hesitated and then came over to get a better look at the "dragonfly." She studied it carefully, oohing and aahing at how pretty it was and how it was black and gold, just like the Steelers. She calmly walked around the table where I was keeping the little bug so she could watch as I took a couple of photographs.
A few seconds later, Mr. Husband walked out of the house, glanced over at what we were doing, and said, "Oh, you found a mayfly."
Alexis replied, "No, it's a dragonfly."
I tried to shoot Mr. Husband a Shut Your Trap face, but it apparently flew right over his head as he corrected the Tiny Bugophobe. "No, that's a mayfly," he repeated.
And that was the last time I saw Alexis anywhere near the mayfly. With a scream and a shiver, she ran for the hills and never once glanced back.
There was probably a giant herd of mayflies chasing her.
Reader Comments (16)
On a side note, I thought it was a different looking dragonfly and have never heard of a mayfly. Dang know it all husbands!
and i am totally sad that those other kids are negatively influencing your alexis. grrrr!
I hope Alexis outgrows it. Good luck!
The little girl I watch had a bug fly UP HER NOSE at the park this week. She is now traumatized and doesn't want to go to that park ever again thank you very much.
It's a constant struggle to keep his older brother from planting all sorts of things in his room. *sigh*