Grant went through a phase where every little bug scared the living daylights out of him. So when he found a teeny tiny beetle bug one day I decided to name him "Frankie" and told Grant that Frankie wanted to be his friend. Well, he thought that was a GREAT idea. Frankie and Grant were fast friends. He put Frankie in a little bowl and carried him around, giving him a tour of the house. He fed him a goldfish cracker (which later turned out to be Frankie's demise--I think the salt killed him), sang him songs, showed him a picture of Nate and me, and gave him rides on the Sit and Spin. The Sit and Spin wasn't the best idea...poor Frankie took quite a spill and it took us a while to find him again.