A Slimy Bug

I was paying bills this morning when Liam rushed into the room very excited. "Look, Mom, a slimy bug!" Cole was two feet behind. It didn't look particularly slimy to me, but Liam said it's sixteen or so legs were quite sticky. After taking a few pictures, I told him to put it in the garbage. (I like bugs, but not that much.)

Liam thought the garbage was a good idea: "There's lots of food in there. Bugs like garbage. I have seen bugs die. He walked under a box house, pushed up the little part that stuck down and then got squished. I hope a black widow wouldn't do that. He might make the bottom of the box poisonous."

Golfing

It was another nice day in the backyard, so Liam pulled out his golf clubs. After some errant shots, I helped him adjust his grip and his stance and he started hitting it fairly well. His last two were very nice; one even had some lift.

At supper, Liam told Jeff, "I hit two shots on the same angle. One shot up in the air. It was one of those cool shots golfers do. I bet you have those shots sometimes, Dad."