I have never ever intentionally stored an insect in my refrigerator until last week. I have never ever been excited to find an insect inside my home until today. In my past, the mosquito lounging on my dining room wall would have horrified me until it was flattened. Not anymore. Life is our schoolroom, right?
I did not flatten the mosquito. I hollered for Thing2 to stand still while I [ran and] retrieved our bug-catching jar out of the science lab kit. Once captured, Thing1 inspected it, concluded that it was indeed an insect (Yep. There are six legs, a head, thorax, and abdomen.) and promptly went back to his Peter Pan audiobook. However, Thing2 and I ogled it with magnifying glasses, discussed the intriguing feature we noticed, and confirmed what we had read in Flying Creatures of the Fifth Day. In fact, Thing2 affectionately called him (or her) Thunder after spending about an hour with it.
It thrills me that I am not the only one in the house who appreciated a live captive mosquito.