My oldest daughter loved woodlice when she was a little girl. She collected them, even played with them and kept loads in a matchbox. We bestow??? a lot of fears and phobias on our kids without thinking.
I would take my daughter out collecting the rabbits that I had caught in snares. Some days I would catch a few rabbits and divi them up between family members, explaining that the next rabbit will be for grandad. She sat in the car seat holding the nearly stiff rabbit up to her face, while chatting away to the rabbit.
We then drove to diliver a rabbit to grandad. I looked accross to see dozens of rabbit fleas jumping off the dead rabbit onto her bright wool cardigan. Still not daunted. She asked if she could keep the head and fur off the rabbit. We customarily give kids a rabbits tail to play with, so she was thinking the head and pelt would be more fun. I did explain it would stink if she put it in her toy box and that her mother wouldn’t like that.
Aw bless her