It seems like every time I turn my back for an instant, Lucas finds something on the floor and puts it in his mouth. Bits of paper, small leaves, pieces of carpet, and today...a caterpillar.
Yes, you read that right. Unfortunately.
I saw him smacking his mouth that certain way which is the universal baby sign for "there's something in my mouth that really should not be there." I swept my finger through the area and pulled out a soaking wet and very dead caterpillar. Lucas was apparently savoring the flavor, since it was relatively whole. As I shuddered with disgust, I realized that some countries would probably think this a delicacy. And then I shuddered some more. And I am shuddering now remembering this completely gross experience.