Silence is golden

Whenever I over hear one of my young sons explaining at a show that we “love insects and have them everywhere, in fact there are cockroaches all over our house..” I wonder whether I should in fact point out to people they are all contained and not quite what they are undoubtedly imagining judging by the horror on their faces. Then I remember watching my husband patiently removing locust hoppers as they bounced all over his Farmers Weekly magazine that he was trying to read on our kitchen table this morning. Their lid had failed to get closed properly during a clean out earlier. I realize that just sometimes, silence really is golden.