That was not very lady like

We took a trip to the zoo on a chilly spring day in March.  As we were entering through the south gate, we found another cake.  We climbed up, took the picture and moved on.  

In my usual fashion of running away from the household chores and seeking adventure instead, I decided a trip to the Wild Bird Sanctuary might be a fun trip for the boys and I.  We walked along the wooded path to see eagles, hawks and other large birds in cages and tethered to poles.  And on the way back we even crawled into a replica size of a massive eagles nest.  Of course, we see another cake here and the boys climb up to get their picture, one of many for the day.  Taylor finds a lovely lady bug and watches as it crawls around his fingers.  Unbeknown to me, he brings it in the car with him, and as we are pulling out, I hear an animalistic scream coming from the seat behind me and Taylor is flailing his hands with long streams of tears rolling down his face and screaming  "Lady bug bite me, lady bug bite me!"  His crying was so uncontrollable that I pulled over on the side of the road to soothe him. After 15 minutes of rocking him (secretly taping him) and assuring him that lady bugs don’t bite, I googled and found out that "yes indeed they do bite when they feel threatened".  Not to be easily coaxed back into his seat, I noticed Lone Elk Park just across the road and we drove through as Taylor eventually feel asleep from pure exhaustion.  It is there at the visitor center, that I spot another cake.  I park and send Payton out with my camera.  He runs down to take the photo and we drive home with birds and wild elk, as well as a traumatic encounter with a lady bug, as our memories for the day.