M's a talker. She's always got a question or a song, often both at the same time. We've been working through our description of Grandpa S's work over the years. Grandpa S is an entomologist. He studies fire ants. Specifically, as I understand it, he studies a tiny fly that is a natural predator of the fire ant.
"Grandpa S loves ants! We should take these to him" is a common request from M.
So we tell her that Grandpa actually studies ways to kill fire ants. "Grandpa kills ants!" She'll exclaim. How can someone love something and kill it.
Today we came upon the answer that made everyone happy. Grandpa S loves the earth and he wants the animals to be balanced so that people don't have to kill them with poison.
"Do you love the earth M?" I asked.
"Yep and so does grandpa!"
