While we were in Wakkerstroom this weekend, Chris found a small crab in the garden. in fact I very nearly crushed the poor thing with the pram. Chris fist picked the crab up and tried to encorage Zara to come look. Being a real girl, she declined to come too close but did observe the crab from what she considered a safe distance. She wouldn't go near Chris while he was holding the crab so I had to hold it and when we had finished looking, we put it in the flowerbed so that it could hopefully make a safe escape.
(thank goodness it wasn't a FROG)
(thank goodness it wasn't a FROG)
3 comments:
It's amazing how it seems to be an inborn thing about frogs, snakes and other creepy-crawlies.
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That rules out a career in Arthropology!!!
Love you Zara
Grandpa in Hilton
What on earth is wrong with a frog! :-)
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