Bugs in a jar!

This week our students are using watercolors and colored pencils to recreate one of our favorite memories of sping when we were kids. It was collecting bugs in a jar (we always had old pickle jars at my house) during that most wonderful time of year when everything seemed so alive compared to that boring winter that had just passed. Yes, I always let them go by the way. Nothing beat laying flat on your belly in the warm sun, in the grass and clover, digging around in a much smaller world full of these amazing and sometimes scary insects. I did find a Velvet Wasp once and his sting is something I will never forget. It was a pretty red and black and so very furry I couldn't resist touching it. I was greeted with a sting that felt like a sledgehammer to my index finger. That was one of those runs back to the house crying the whole way. It was worth it though if you ask me.