You are morbid! Who likes death?
Beckham came home from my mother’s house yesterday with a new pet caterpillar. I’m pretty sure he’s held it and squished it so much that it’s internally bleeding to death, but who am I to take away a caterpillar from a seven-year-old?
He wanted to make a home for it, so Cale suggested using the plastic aquarium from their bedroom that housed a baby turtle they found last month.
Wait….turtle? Last month? How come I haven’t heard of this?
Levi brings the aquarium into the living room to make a caterpillar habitat, and I notice a small turtle tucked away in the corner of the aquarium. I asked them if that was a ‘live’ turtle.
“He used to be alive…” Cale said. “But we sort of forgot we had him.”
Oh, Jesus. I have no hope for the caterpillar.