This morning Matthew found a dying cockroach. He "cooked" it with a plastic spatula from Bethany's cooking set. On Friday, while we were gardening, he picked up a worm, studied it intently and then popped it in his mouth. Another time, I found him playing with a spider on the front Verandah. He chases butterflies and picks up lizards.
At this age, Sophie would run across the room screaming upon sight of an ant. Bethany was not so squeamish, but nor so fascinated.
What is it with boys and bugs?
P.S. There are no poisonous spiders in Vanuatu. Lucky.