Two weeks ago, our bedroom possessed an awful stench that was slowly growing.  After further investigation, we found a dead bat.  I really wanted to take a picture as the kids kept poking it, but Sonja kept repeating, “Just get that thing out of here.”

Today, Athanasius came running into our sitting room carrying these two lovely specimens:

He called them “crocodottas”… not sure where he got that, but after explaining to the Scooter that these two dead finger-long creatures were grasshoppers, I did what any godly father would do…
purchase Zoloft
…and told him we should pose for a picture pretending to eat the grasshoppers.

He put them a little closer than I intended, but no harm.  People actually do cook grasshoppers here and eat them, so we’ll be sure to let you know when we get offered them for a meal :)