2004-06-20 - 6:33 a.m.
The Old One peers out the window and the bright sun hurts her eyes. Gweenie is bouncing up and down on the bed. "BUGS! I luv bugsssssssssssssssssss!" In her arms is a jar of "fireflies". "We go bug hunting now?"
"We only go bug hunting at night..." sighs the Phantom. The wonder and magic of the night and stars and fireflies has worn off and once again she feels very tired.
"Nooooooooo... these are GOOD bugs, what about the BAD bugs?"
"Oh yesssssssssss, you are correct."
The Japanese Beetles were eating the butterfly garden and Gweenie had patiently watched as they were knocked into a jar. She was amazed at the good bug vs. bag bug concept. Frankly, Gweenie is amazed at everything in life. It is what makes her so endearing. AND it is why the Phantom brought popsicle sticks on the trip. So, she hands Gweenie a bag of popsicle sticks and the little critter's eyes almost pop out of her head.
"What are dess?"
"Building sticks."
"Ooooooooooooo..." Gweenie scampers off to the garden and the Phantom looks for a place to nap. Don't be surprised if you look out in your garden and see a small structure made of popsicle sticks... Gweenie was there!
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