She’s a Girly Girl and this Proves It!

So, you all know that Hula Girl is a girl with an obsession for fuzz. Yes, she still collects fuzz and balls it up and rolls it around on her top lip. She still puts it on the table while she eats. She still sets it on the side of the tub while she takes her bath. Haha!

Anyway. We had a pretty funny experience yesterday that just proves that my fuzz-loving little girl is truly a girly girl.

She and I were in the living room cleaning up all her books. Mind you, we never really have to clean up toys- she only ever wants to read books. When given the opportunity to choose her activity, it’s always books. Books, books, books. (And she rubs her fuzz on her lip while we read.) I asked her to go over toward the Christmas tree and pick up a book over there. She was in a mood and started to tell me no. I told her it’s not appropriate for her to tell me no. She said, “Yes, Mommy.”

The next thing I knew, she was wailing. I thought perhaps she was starting a tantrum about the books even though she had just changed her attitude. Then she came scuttling across the floor toward me with an absolutely terrified look on her face. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “The fuzz moved!” I was like what?!

She took a few deep breaths to calm down, sniffled a big sniffle, then, with giant tears rollling down her cheek, she said, “I touched a bug.”

Now THAT is a fuzz.

Now THAT is a fuzz.


She sure did. This lil’ guy was crawling away from our Christmas tree. As soon as we touched him, he curled into a ball. How freaky would that experience be for Hula Girl? Think about it from her perspective: she sees a giant prize fuzz on the floor and goes to scoop it up to rub it on her lip. Then it moves in her fingers! No wonder she was terrified! Bless her poor little fuzz-loving heart.

I saved the little guy by tossing him outside in the bushes. It’s not too very cold here yet. But I doubt he’ll make it to butterfly-hood.

UPDATE: I am preeeeety sure this dude is gonna die. He’s a “banded woolly bear” and is generally frozen solid all winter long. Poor little thing defrosted in my living room. Kind of gross.  


  1. Kristy said,

    December 6, 2012 at 3:08 pm

    Not all fuzz is good fuzz.

    Though this would have been the good kind of fuzz to Nick.

    • December 6, 2012 at 3:40 pm

      I bet! After looking it up, I realize now that I should have kept it around for her to look at more. I think she’d have gained appreciation for it… but I was creeped out and terrified of poison or something. (Yeah, ‘cuz we’ve all heard the stories about the kid whose arm fell off from a caterpillar bite, right?! No? Just my imagination!?) Hindsight.

      • Kristy said,

        December 6, 2012 at 5:30 pm

        Those fuzzy ones kind of creep me out, too. The neon blue and neon orange and neon yellow fuzzy ones over in Florida are almost certainly poisonous, but I don’t know how much damage they cause to humans.

        Anyway, yeah, I’m not confident in my insect differentiation skills, so I don’t take chances on ones that I don’t know about. Knowing Nick, he will probably pick one up and eat it or something like that before I even know about it.

  2. December 11, 2012 at 10:05 pm

    […] Still loves those fuzzies… though not as much as she did before the caterpillar incident of 2012. […]

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