Today Sam shouted at me from across the yard, "Mom! The giant beetle came back to life and screwed it's head back on! Quick come look!"
Reluctantly, I did. I want to say it was a different beetle than the identical one that had been beheaded and dead in our yard for months, but I can't, I just can't.
We can't say we aren't fostering vivid imaginations around here.
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