Sometimes the small need a friend even smaller than themselves...
Myanna found hers out in the dirt in our backyard.
"Woley-Poley"
She even shares her new found treasures with her best little pal.
We think Myanna has found a pet.
She talks to it, pets it, gives it food (mud & grass), makes its room (dumps dirt on it), gives them names (and can amazingly tell the gender!).
A conversation in the garage one day:
"What's that on your foot?"
"A Woley-Poley"
"Oh."
"Can I have a wipey? Thanks, K -- bye."
Her attachment level is... let's just say...
Luckily they're easily replaced.
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