It is possible that I may be exaggerating just a tad by calling Porter the bug whisperer on the title. However, the little cricket, or baby grasshopper as the kiddos call it, is sitting serenely on Porters hand, unmaimed as of yet (yes, yet). In this house that is enough to qualify you as 'the' bug whisperer. The truth is that Aimee usually catches the bugs. Chad was mowing the lawn, so they were a little easier to find. Aimee also usually stuffs them in a container as quickly as she can. In fact, we recently found one of the bug bottles had fallen behind the toy box upstairs. It had been there for a couple of weeks, according to my calculations. There was a bug inside that was still living. Hardy little thing I guess. Porter, is happy to just watch them crawl on him until they get away. Even though this cricket had a leg at the wrong angle when he let it go, it may have a better chance at life than his friend that lived in the bottle behind the toy box. Hence, bug whisperer.
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