Nature camouflaged him to look like a branch -- he never had a chance

Lizzie accidentally stepped on a caterpillar. The girls ran in all excited because it had green blood -- dark green, ink blood! They were even more breathy over the fact that, even though squished, the thing still lived.


Sure enough, that thing was quite alive and feisty for a critter who was, from what I could see, gutless.

The girls wondered what to do. At first I thought we should put it out of it's misery, but then I had a flashback to when my sister and I tried to put a grasshopper "out of it's misery" -- it just wouldn't die no matter what we did to it -- horror.

If you are brave, it's over in a stomp -- if you are squeamish, mercy is full of sticks, stones and fire -- (smoke may kill, but fire? Oh that poor insect).

On second thought, "I know if you cut a worm in half it can live. Let's just let nature take it's course, maybe he has a chance."

They buried it in leaves so people could see something was there and not step on it again. And just in case you were wondering what those leaves were (because sometimes leaves are just "stew") -- the girls spelled it out for us.

We checked on him this morning and he was gone. Crawled away?

Hmmmm.