I took my son to the pool yesterday. He had a great time swimming, until he noticed the bugs. Apparently they thought it would be nice to go for a swim, too.
"Mama, these bugs are going to die if someone doesn't get them out of here."
I nodded. "Why don't you help them?"
He made a face and shook his head. "No way. I'm not touching those things. You get them out!"
Of course. Mama always gets the dirty work. I scooped up a little moth with my hands and deposited him on the deck. I found a beetle and did the same. Then I saw a wasp. "Dude, the wasp is out of luck."
"Why, Mama? You can't discriminate against wasps. He's a bug, too!"
I scowled at the boy. "But that bug is going to sting me. There's no way I'm going to save something that's going to be ungrateful and hurt me!"
Bubba grinned and got out of the pool. He looked around and found a skimmer net. Then he scooped up the wasp and threw him over the pool fence onto the grass. "There, Mama. That's how you save a wasp!"
(Now, why didn't I think of that?)