What do they have in common? my morning. that’s what.
Jason comes in the house yelling for me, which usually means one of two things, someone’s here or he wants my camera. Him and Julie were out in the yard and found what I think is a harmless brown vine snake. He decapitated it. Obviously the highlight of his morning, so I go outside and there it is, dangling from Julie’s hand, headless, and bleeding on my front step. What’s worse than your kids bringing home a dead snake? The fact that it was still moving, like, A LOT, and for a long time. It’s like a car crash, you know? You want to stop looking, but you can’t…
I come back in the house and notice a couple of Malachite butterflies hanging out in the porch, and I know I’ve got to help them before the dogs find them, plus, there’s something about the act of setting them free that I was hoping would balance out the sorta disturbing previous few minutes of my morning. :P
Here I am about to catch and release the first butterfly, but instead I was caught shushing the dogs.
Oh well, just another day in Costa Rica. with crazy kids.