Later, Blacky

A few weeks ago my mom and Clara caught this giant beetle. Clara named it Blacky. Clever, right? After a few days we decided it had a better chance of surviving by living somewhere other than a mason jar. It was easy to convince Clara that he needed more room to run and roam so she said her goodbyes, hugged the jar with all her might, gave him a few good stares

 then let him go to be free.

Although a little silly, this was further evidence of how deeply Clara loves. It's reflective of her overall personality: all or nothing. I wonder where she gets that from...