[Probably wouldn't be the best idea. Her young mind can easily lose focus after awhile.

With the set of lungs on those little screamers, it would make sense. Even she didn't want to stay close when their call os in full blast. But upon the question, she shudders, even though it can't be seen.]

They're just icky, those many eyes and many, pointy, stringy legs and their hard, dirty bodies...

[Don't get her started on the crunchy noise when you step on them by accident or try to slap them off somewhere.]

...I like butterflies, fireflies and moths, though. If it means anything.