[Gallagher]

It's that time of year again around these parts, where things start getting warm, all the new generations of critters and crawlies come skittering out, and many of them — for reasons beyond my comprehension — decide to come snuggle up in human homes instead of their comfortable, food filled outside world. What a wonderful reminder of spring when you least expect it!

... Except this time.

This time, I was bitten.

By a giant, finger long, fat as hell, pitch black... caterpillar.

Let that sink in for a moment before reading my tragic tale.

I'd found one in the kitchen yesterday. It scared the hell out of me because, at first, I had no idea what it was! It took me a minute to figure out 'hey, that's not a roach, it's something I actually like!' All well and good. I released it back to its outside world, and went on with my evening.

So, just now when I went to fix myself something to eat, I found that either he, or one of his friends, had come back to pay me a visit! "Oh, hello, friend!" I said to this fuzzy mass. I put my hand down to let him crawl on so I could let him outside as well. Instead of doing what I kindly requested it to do for its own benefit?

It bit me.

Yep.

Thanks, bugs. I love you, too.

Bug stories anyone?

... Who the hell gets bitten by a caterpillar!? Honestly!