Writing and Pets

Ruth and Jared found some bugs (larvae really) in our backyard, during a session of yard work. Jared insisted on coming in and getting a jar, so he could keep them as pets.
He was worried about the past repeating itself, so he wanted to write a note for his dad.

It is his first note! The first time he had the motivation to write more than a word or two at a time!

So proud!

The back story is that a few weeks ago (during a playdate) I noted a scab in Jared's ear. But the scab was not a scab, it was a tick. And he hadn't been outside in nearly 18 hours.
I finally got up the courage to pull it out, with a little instruction from a nurse. I didn't know how I was going to kill it, so I sealed it in a jar for the meantime. Jared immediately decided that the jarred tick was his pet. I did go ahead and kill it (rubbing alcohol in the jar) because it is a tick that had fed off my son and it was not going to live. A day or so later, Ken dumped the dead tick out in the trash. Jared noticed pretty quickly that his pet was gone, and told him that Dad had put it in the trash. He was upset because he has learned (from Wild Kratts) that animals should be free in the wild, not in the trash. He's lectured Ken a few times since.
So this time, he wanted to be sure that his new pet would not meet the same fate.