Armed and dangerous

After a chilly morning and three attempts at lighting the stove, the sun came out, so we ventured back outside to hang the wash and then got stuck into a bit of gardening. Well, minor gardening, digging out a few tuba and pots while Noah helped by moving mud around.
After a while we discovered a ladybird crawling along the side of the herb sink.
'Look Noah, how lovely, a ladybird, do you want to hold it?'
'No, I'm going to stand on it'
At which point he retreated into the shed to select a suitable weapon.