While preparing dinner Boogie was occupying himself with the fire wood we had carried in. It wasn't long before I heard screams of "SNAKE! Mommie! Mommie! SNAKE!" from the dining room. Dear Son, it's 20 degrees out, I'm certain there is no snake. As a dutiful Mommie I responded to his cries and found......
a grub!
a grub!
He was quite fascinated by it and fortunately was in bed before it met its end in the wood stove.
Yeah, contact PETA, but I wasn't going to try to raise the darn thing!