From time to time, I come across a bug that doesn't give me a major case of the heebie-jeebies. Take caterpillars, for instance. They're cute, they're furry... relatively innocent.
And they don't scurry. I think that's a big part of it.
Someone should tell this little guy, though, that it's never fashionable to wear brown with black.
Anyway--since caterpillars don't result in screeching and running, I scooped him up so Camden could see too.
(no--those aren't my man-hands up there. They're Ryan's. I was busy taking pictures.)
It's always fun to show him something new.
Now--how to tell a ten-month-old that caterpillars don't make a good snack? ...and that we must be gentle, or he might squirt some sort of nasty bug juice on us?