... into a beautiful swan

moth
Originally uploaded by himbly.

So, I'm chopping broccolli...
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(waiting for everyone to finish the all time SNL fave "Choppin' Broccolli")
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but, really, I was and I kinda yelp and jump back...
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(waiting for 'jump back...kiss myself' James Brown response)
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but, really, I did because there's a caterpillar in the broccolli. Ren was there...she saw it. I jumped not because I'm afraid of bugs...(I'm only afraid in an Arthur Dent kinda way)...
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that was a geeky reference
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...but because I'm not used to seeing alive, moving things in places I'm not used to seeing alive, moving things. So, I take the caterpillar and some discarded broccolli and put them all into a jar. Ren was there...she saw it. A few days later, I had a cocoon. And -just the other day- I ran to the jar when I got home, eagerly looking for a change as I have done every day since the cocoon formed, and it had turned into a beautiful butterfly...okay...kinda dull moth. Chris was there....he saw it.

So I let it go.

Isn't that a nice story? Sweet dreams, children.