Jonathan has articulated a dislike for many bugs (though he loves his toy bugs, and on Tuesday he and I played with them for over an hour). There was a big bug (a wasp?) on his Lightning McQueen chair (outside) that kept him from even touching his beloved chair.
He called it " that mean old bug."
There are some "good" bugs (namely ladybugs, and he liked the praying mantis we found), but the other night, he found a new bug he really liked.
We were up late last week pretty much every night, but one night it was getting dark and the lightning bugs were coming out, so I pointed one out to him, and he caught it. He had so much fun with it!
It would crawl up his arm, and he would let it go and then try to catch it again.
It was almost worth him being way overtired the next day to see his wonder and joy at catching a lightning bug. And at least he didn't ask, "Mommy, may I kill it?" (like he did later this week after torturing one for a while)