All God’s creatures

It’s just a little caterpillar. Then why did I scream and throw it across the room? (in a suitably masculine way). It’s not like Alien popping out of my chest. Well it sort of was if somewhat less messy. I was completely grossed out. Food from my garden can have wildlife in it but not food from Pick N Save. Why the hell else are we using all those damn chemicals if not to ensure that atrocities like this don’t befall us?

I put it all down the disposal. Later I wished I’d let the little guy grow and become a beautiful butterfly. Instead it will be Milorganite. Ooh, that would have been a perfect name for him, Milo.