
While getting ready to practice the violin yesterday, Zoe found a rolly polly on the floor. She decided that she would pick it up and take it outside. On her way to the door, the little bug rolled in her hand. All in one solid motion she froze, screamed (horror movie style), dropped the bug, and ran sobbing straight into Daddy's arms. It was such a traumatic experience that I bet people two streets over heard her. She cried for a good 2 or 3 minutes. Once we got her settled down just a bit, her Dad told her to just step on a bug in the future if it scared her. Immediately she started screaming and crying again saying, "but they are nice! I don't want to hurt them." So sweet. Scared to death, but not going to hurt them :)
