Jake found a small bug crawling on the floor the other day (I'm not sure what it was...it wasn't a spider or centipede, so I didn't scoop Jake off the floor & run away, screaming in horror) He decided the bug was his new friend. How do I know this? Because he kept saying "Mama, look! A bug! My fwiend!" Then he picked the bug up & was carrying him around. Until he accidentally smooshed him and ended his life. Oops.
However, Jake had no idea that the bug was no longer a living creature, so he continued to carry him around. At one point, he put the (dead) bug very gently on the kitchen floor, went over to his sit & spin and said "Watch me, bug! I spin!" then went back over, picked up Mr. Dead Bug and said "You see that? I spin!"
Fortunately, we had to eat dinner after the spinning show and I convinced Jake that Mr. Dead Bug needed to go eat with his family, so we "released" him onto the front lawn.
It was a beautiful friendship while it lasted.