For the most part my little girl is all things you might expect from a 4 year-old girl. She’s cute (sugar), bubbly, angelic-looking (all things nice?) and the part I like most – she’s incredibly strong-willed, what some might call stubborn (I’m guessing that’s the spice!). I prefer to think she knows her own mind just like her mammy.
However, what has really surprised me, is her love of animals. I mean ALL animals. Yeah, of course she likes kittens and puppies, and generally the fluffier the better, but this extends much further.
I’ve watched her gaze lovingly and fearlessly straight into the eyes of an Irish wolfhound. Our cats receive what must seem like never-ending hugs until they wriggle and squirm themselves free and leg it out the cat flap. I’m sure the chickens would get hugs too if they weren’t so hard to catch. She ensures Lucy, our Jack Russell receives 6 squares meals a day and the odd scrap from her own dinner plate. She prides herself on having trained Lucy how to play fetch. The poor dog had no choice in the matter, as I think I mentioned before, little Miss can be quite persistent.
On a visit to Reptile Village in Co. Kilkenny, she was captivated by tarantulas, snakes and snapping turtles. She was enthralled when invited to stroke the back of a massive Tegu lizard while I looked on from a few feet away. Even the python observed enjoying his mouse-supper did not curb her enthusiasm.
After a good plod around the back garden she’ll come trotting in, to introduce us to her newest pet. Recently we have entertained a tiny spider, a daddy-longy-legs, a moth and a ladybird. And last week, she brought in three little worms in a bowl, ‘a family’ if you will. Euch! Now, I’m not one for creepy crawlies, but I decided that as she is displaying all good stuff in terms of healthy psychological development – caring, nurture, empathy etc., that I will go along with this and let her bring her new pets into, and only as far as the kitchen. I’ve quietened my desire to shout ‘Get that disgusting thing out of my kitchen!’ I really don’t want to pass on my loathing of slimy, creepy things, which is frankly very silly of me, when it’s clear she has a genuine fascination with the wee feckers. OK I’ll be honest, the worms had to go. I can’t stand worms.
She aims to please her little pets and creates the most intricate little habitats with all of life’s essentials (if you’re a spider). Each creature receives their own cardboard box, a bed of leaves and grass (fair enough) a bowl of water and possibly some chopped carrots. As the weeks have passed, these little homes are becoming increasingly more elaborate and luxurious. Now they have added extras such as a bouncy ball to play with, a tiny teddy bear to cuddle and a crayon if Mr Spider is feeling creative, but what gives this accommodation the extra star is the swimming pool of course.
A spider’s paradise right?
Wrong. This all sounds like great fun, but unfortunately as you and I know, tiny spiders and ladybirds aren’t terribly resilient little creatures. We know their little legs are not made for being chased, caught, put to bed, let out to play, being plonked into the swimming pool for a nice little swim,
‘You deaded him Eva. Mummy! Eva deaded him!’
‘I didn’t dead him. He’s just having a little sleep.’
(After careful inspection, I conclude he is definitely dead).
Her final act of kindness is to hide the sleeping spider in the grass… so the chickens won’t eat him!
As tomorrow is mid-term break, I will take it upon myself to personally lead a lesson on how to handle creatures carefully, so they can avoid being ‘deaded’.
We regret that unfortunately several very small animals were harmed in the making of this blog post.
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