To Snuggles

snuggles

And then his name was ‘Snuggles’

The old man and the old lady were by now nearly the same person.  As also the little girl and the little dog.

Returning from the walk, the old man wants to show her that some rabbits have eaten the tomato plant.   So, they look.  But it is not a rabbit at all and soon enough they (she really) see the culprits, hornworms.  The old man doesn’t like it.  There are four of them.  He picks one off and puts it off in the weeds.  Same with two more.  She has some interest in the fourth.

“Wait, I want to look at it.”

He is not happy, but he hands the leaf on which the caterpillar rests.

“Oh.”

Well, she is liking it.  Enchanted perhaps.  But it can’t go on too long.

“Let’s put him out on these leaves, so he might go on.”

“I want this one.  Look, you can pet him.  He is soft.”

Well, he has a thought that maybe this can be a lesson.  A glance back at the tomato plant shows that there is not much hope for him out here.  Maybe we can raise this thing, and I don’t have to touch it.  Okay, we can get a jar, and put the remaining leaves and the caterpillar, and see what happens.

“His name is Joey.”

But before too long:  “His name is Sparky.”

So, we (I mean they) take him inside.  The man looks for a suitable container.  Finds a jar with a lid.  Drills holes in the lid (does he really need air?), puts the rest of the tomato leaves, and then . . .

Two hours later it is clear that the girl is an Aristotelian.  I mean a careful observational biologist.  The old man is waiting for the “Of Mice and Men” moment, but there is no chance of that.  She is handling it, and it is handling her.

After two hours of such careful observation:  “You know why it is so soft,” she says, “it has fur.”

It will have to sleep in the jar.  It can’t sleep in the bed with you, because you might roll over and squish it.  So, it spends the night in the jar, eating.  And pooping.  The poops are kind of pretty, but the leaves are gone, and it is amazing how much of the leaf is waste.  He grows a quarter inch over night, and the old man, and maybe the little girl, start to wonder where they can get a bigger jar, and more tomato leaves.

 

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  • Teri says:

    Love the story and picture of Alaina. I read it to Bud too – he liked it too. With Love!


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