My rough, tough, farting on cue, belching, booger picking, all boy Aidan is apparently afraid of bugs all of a sudden. Granted, it was a big damn bug, but he's a little boy! They're supposed to live for this crap!
Aidan wouldn't touch it, didn't want it in the house, told us to take it outside and smush it with a piece of wood. Asher, who squeals like a little girl piglet every day, couldn't keep his little sausage fingers away from it. Go figure.