now, we chase the ants. no longer afraid, now they must be our friends.
(speaking of ‘aunts’…my own sister, henry’s dear auntie E, went through her own ‘summer of the slug’ when she was small. but it didn’t really go from fear to friendship, it was more like at the beginning of the year she caught them and named them and put them into little slug families in little slug homes…and by the end of the year, she just ran them over with her bike).
anyway…..i also think that we can make some money off him as the tiniest rickshaw driver ever. people would find it charming and would tip a lot, right? 🙂