My mother totally understands this picture. I don't have to explain it to her.
But the rest of you, I will.
Drew was gone this last week and he came home to this: A bowl upside down on the living room floor. You see, I don't do bugs...or in the case a baby toad. But I will have the kids throw a bowl over one. And yes, it sat there for a few days until Drew came home and to remove the offender from my house.
Just after William put the bowl over the interloper, he asked, "How will he breath!???"
Sorry, son, I really don't care. Heartless? Maybe.
But again, I really don't care.