A Bug's Life

Mia has had an interest in bugs (i.e., insects, spiders, and any other tiny creepy crawlers) for a while. A few weeks ago Dad took care of (pick your own euphemism for "eliminating") a large fly in the kitchen, and Mia frequently reminds us of that. In a good way. Dad as fly-stopping superhero. Sometimes Mia is scared by insects (like that fly), but more often she seems to have a growing affinity with them.
Case in point. This afternoon, as Mia watched dog Sam from inside our leaded glass front door, she saw a small, still insect on the opposite side of the door. She pointed it out to babysitter C. and I, watched it for a while, talked to it, called out "Here, buggy." As C. and I exchanged one of those, "Ooooh, isn't she precious?" looks, Mia tried to pet (i.e., grab) the bug. Fortunately, the insect was outside and Mia was inside, so nothing happened. Since we didn't want Mia to keep tapping 0n the glass, C. suggested the insect was sleeping and Mia shouldn't disturb it. (Very clever, I thought.)
Mia stopped tapping on the glass and proceeded to sing to her new friend, "buggy." As C. and I stood by, Mia then found a piece of dried grass on my less-than-pristine rug and tried to feed the buggy through the glass. Again C. suggested it was sleeping. Then Mia tried to kiss it. A good-night kiss, maybe?
I'm not sure whether I should actively encourage this interest in bugs. Maybe a library book or two? Make a bug-catching jar?
In the meantime, I'll stay close by to make sure neither bug nor daughter gets hurt (i.e., no kissing).