For the next few minutes we tried to coax the little orange headed insect onto my index finger, but it was wary of my long and spindly fingers and kept crawling away and up the stark white stairwell wall. "How about a shoe?" Ben asked as he offered up one of his battered blue Crocs. We both gently cradled the sandal underneath the wayward bug and before long it crawled into the spongy insole. "It's like a big bug bed, Mommy!" Ben exclaimed as I slowly lifted the shoe into the air and started walking down the stairs to the door.
Once outside, Ben and I crouched over the small garden bed next to the sidewalk and tipped our tiny "house guest" out onto the soil. "There, much better than squishing him, don't you think?" I offered. Ben nodded in approval and headed toward the tee and ball waiting for him a few feet away in the grass.
The small, impromptu lessons are often the ones that mean the most.