We thought the flower pressing would be a charming activity. A chance to preserve a moment for eternity. Making something beautiful.
But not for some of our Little Pebbles.
They wanted something more exciting. And they nagged and nagged and I presumed they meant leaves or something so I told them to clear off and get on with it.
Have you ever seen a pressed beetle collection? Don't get me wrong. Some of the harlequin ladybirds were quite dramatic. But it's still a bit gruesome, seeing a cockchafer reduced to a blob six inches across and a molecule thick.
I'm just glad we got that badger off them in time.
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