To the various bugs who were injured during my daughter's "nature investigation" this morning, I apologize. They are still learning the meaning of the word gentle.
To the ladybug who was put into a house (a plastic container full of dried out grass and one rock) and was shaken by Brooke, truly, I am sorry. You didn't deserve this.
To the moth who was accidentally stepped on, then prodded, then studied under a magnifying glass, then given a massage by Reese, who noted, "He doesn't look like he's doing too well, and a back massage always makes mommy feel better, so...." I issue an apology to you, too. Yes, back massages may make me feel better, but I don't have flimsy, transparent wings. Sorry.
To the bugs who escaped the nature investigation, I wish you well. If you see my children in the yard, don't hesitate. Just fly or crawl for your lives.