It’s bug season in Florida, when you can find every type of creepy-crawly imaginable starts creeping and crawling along the vegetation. Yesterday morning, we found a whole bush full of weird little fuzzy red insects under the picnic table. I searched all my bug-books, as well as the web, but couldn’t find them.<\/p>\n
On our exploration of Mead Gardens, the bug parade continued.\u00a0My\u00a0oldest had a black\u00a0grasshopper with an orange stripe ride his shoulder for a good fifteen minutes. The two of them really bonded, and\u00a0 he was quite annoyed when I told him it was better for the grasshopper to put him back in the grasses where we found him.<\/p>\n
As we were walking along the boardwalk over the marsh, a purple dragonfly zoomed a jagged circle around us before disappearing into the greenery.<\/p>\n
“There sure are a lot of bugs,” my youngest said.<\/p>\n
“Yeah,” his older brother said. “And I think we discovered a new kind. Those ones under the picnic table? No one’s ever seen those before. Daddy looked.”<\/p>\n
“I think I probably just didn’t find them. There are people out there who spend their whole lives studying bugs. They’re called Entymologists.”<\/p>\n
My oldest raised his eyebrow at me, clearly not knowing whether I was teasing or not.<\/p>\n
“Antymologist?” the five-year old chimed in. “I know why they’re called that – because they study ants!”<\/p>\n
I laughed. “It’s not ‘ant.’ It’s \u00a0‘ent’. The word has two parts. An ‘ologist’ is someone who studies something, and an ent is…” I trailed off. The only definition of Ent that I know is a walking tree.<\/p>\n
“An antymologist!” the little guy said. “Someone who studies ants!”<\/p>\n
I have to admit it. It does make more sense.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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