Dorian spotted the pincher bug on the dining room floor before I could get Jeff to relocate it. His mouth gaped open in a wide grin and he dropped to all fours and crawled up to it. What is it about boys and bugs? We had to keep pulling him back so he didn't get pinched (uh, do they even really do that? I need to look that up) and so he wouldn't smash the poor guy. This is odd behavior for me. Had I been alone I would have screamed like a teenage girl in a slasher flick and scrambled away to find something to bludgeon the thing to death with. Dorian followed close behind the pincher bug all the way into the kitchen. He was pretty much free to go. Once Dorian spotted it Jeff couldn't really touch the pincher bug without Dorian wanting to. Jeff said, "Bye-bye bug" as it made a hasty retreat from Dori under the cabinets. When it disappeared Dorian let out a howl and started to cry. He covered his face and put his head on the ground crying a pretty good sounding "bug" over and over again. It was fantastic. When the brave little pincher bug darted out from the safety toward the dog bowl Dorian was on him and happy again. Well, until he went under the dishwasher. Then we went back to inconsolable sobbing. It really was one of those adorable moments that help you through the teething.Still, as cute as it was, I couldn't help wondering where that pincher bug was all night long. I am so not looking forward to the coming years of boyhood. He'll be excitedly bringing me bugs any day now. And I will have to try and stay calm as he handles the spider he found. If you don't know me, I am terrified of spiders, big and small. Hell, I freak out when a lady bug lands on me and lingers too long. I'm very much so the wait in the car kinda gal when it comes to nature. Even more so when it comes to creepy crawly stuff. Seriously, I freeze when I see a spider. Unless I see it on me and then I go into what looks like dancing, running and a seizure until I'm sure it's off me. Then I twitch and jump for about two hours afterward.