On a walk one evening, with the lightning bugs out in force, Kev and I reminisced about catching them as kids. It was recycling night, so we grabbed a bottle out of a neighbor's bin, poked holes in the plastic lid, and mama went on a bug hunt. Mikro had a blast studying the fireflies, and hopefully will be a little less insectphobic for the experience... He tends to point and scream "A bug! A bug! Kill it! Get it out!" at the sight of anything with six or more legs... Dramarific.
We convinced him to release the prisoners by telling him they needed to go find their families. Now he wants to catch more.