Horses
Preston spent part of the week on a friend's farm. Seriously, how cool is this? He obviously didn't want to come home.
That stick, or rather sword, is in his shirt pocket, ready to be brandished at a moments notice.
And here he is the next morning when he realized his bug was gone (we let it go during the night). On sebsequent bugs, we were smarter and convinced him to let the bug go himself, which is much less painful.