Brittany sent Joshua in yesterday to tell me to bring the camera. She had this little guy on her finger at the time. The little guy must have either been really tame, at the beginning or at the end of his little life. We prefer to think of him as really tame.
He eventually came to sit on Brittany's nose.
Joshua's finger, requiring his great concentration.
Please don't tell me of any dread diseases you can contract from handling a butterfly/moth. I just don't want to know.
Does it mean you blog too much when you kid insists you blog something like this?