for sale: bugs 25¢

Abby has a fan club.

 It consist of every 5, 6 and 7 year old boy in the neighborhood.

Abby is my tomboy. She has never been into dress-ups and glitter and girly things, but has always loved being outside, covered in dirt, hiking, camping, digging for bugs, playing legos and riding her bike. And for all those reasons, the neighborhood boys love her. They wait on our porch for her to come home from school everyday and can't wait to see what adventure she makes up for them next.

Last week Abby decided they should have a sale. They spent a couple of hours looking under every rock and log in the yard and gathered a huge collection of bugs. They then set up the card table in the driveway and proceeded to sale them. Most bugs where 25¢ but there was also a very large cricket that was 50¢ and a grasshopper that had tried to escape and had lost a leg that was on "clearance." 

They didn't make a lot of money, only 25¢ from Syd for a worm, but they had a blast. Abby told me they are going to try it again this week, but maybe if they make a sign they will make more money. A member of the club has knocked on the door everyday since asking if it was "bug sale" day yet.

I can't wait to see what she comes up with next. 

Comments

[Krisha DeCoursey]

How flipping cute is that!! I may just have to drive down and buy a bug or 2!! BTW- Did you take that pic? If so- will you come take some of my kids so I can get off the bad mom list?!

[Anita]

Abby reminds me more and more of myself at her age. I believed if I could catch enough lightning bugs, I could keep the jar in my room and have a natural nightlight. I also spent all of my allowance on doll furniture for my toads and salamanders who ungratefully, after such a sacrifice, would absolutely NOT sleep on the bed or rest on the sofa. I spent days catching grasshoppers and tadpoles and would lean on my elbows for so long watching what the ants were doing that I could hardly lift my arms the next day. One summer I spent a week with a friend digging up a cow that someone had buried in the farmers field. By the end of the week all we'd managed to unearth were some ears and lips which we poked with a stick to make sure it was really dead and not sleeping! AHHHHHH. The good ole days!! Thanks for reminding me how simple life can be sometimes.