She named this one Ella because for more than a year, everything was named Ella, including stuffed animals and friends whose names she couldn't remember. (Please note: she doesn't know anyone named Ella.)
She loves the millipedes we find outside (and sometimes inside). On this particular day, she loved it so much she found out how easily they break apart. This is not unlike the time she loved a tiny lizard until it's tail fell off and then continued to love it until it stopped moving. I apologize to the tiny creatures who were lost during these unsupervised learning experiences.
Some of her friends (and their moms) are very much freaked out by Zelda's comfort level around insects and other creepy crawlies, particularly because "girls don't like icky things." I am careful to stop her from touching unknown species - and all dead things - but we never shy away from observing creatures of all sizes in their natural habitats. Maybe she will become an entomologist, or maybe she will just grow up to understand that millipedes don't care about your gender. They just don't want you to rip them in half, for goodness sake.
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