My family ventured into the great outdoors for a camping weekend recently. The girls had a blast swimming in a too-nice-for-a-campground pool, catching fish who jumped on the hook without much coaxing, and a playground with an old-school merry-go-round (which mom rode for quite awhile only to remember her accelerated age causes dizziness and nausea on spinny things.)
            Even though I wasn't writing on our trip, picture book images kept appearing.
Take for instance this celebrity:



       Yes, the Very Hungry Caterpillar himself!  And my oh my it looks like he has been filling up on hotdogs and s'mores and cheeseballs. The girls, assuming he had a tummy ache, gave him a nice green leaf. 
       After proudly showing him to the boys at the next site (carefully, too - boys squish things,) we placed him in a tree to enjoy a nice green leaf. It has been about two weeks, so he may be becoming a beautiful butterfly very soon. Or actually a beautiful moth - this guy may be a luna moth caterpillar, but I had a hard time identifying him.  
       And this guy dressed to the nines for camping? 

       Why that's Fantastic Mr. Fox. Yes, Roald Dahl's patriarch of patriarchs was out enjoying the splendid weather.  He has found dropped ice cream sandwiches from small children leaving the camp store are almost as delightful as a fat chicken. 


            Now this guy visited us at breakfast. 
        As I moved my hand to shoo him away from the cocoa pebbles he jumped into the air and with a "click" was dead!  Now, I know what you're thinking since there have been bug incidents on this blog before, but I didn't shoo him hard, really I didn't. I didn't even touch the guy, I swear! I am nothing but kind to bugs, except on certain occasions

         I considered that he may have had an allergic reaction to chocolate, the poor fellow.  But after a few minutes he flipped himself over and started moving again.  The little stinker was playing dead!  After all the sorrow I felt, here I was the butt of his joke. This was my first time meeting a click beetle, and I thought maybe he was inspiration for a new picture book. But, alas, I found Mr. Carle has done a nice job with the Very Clumsy Click Beetle
      Have you found picture books coming to life around you, too?