Herodotus is no more.
At least he didn’t suffer Herod’s gruesome fate. He just simply stopped munching. We don’t know why.
This hasn’t been our year for butterflies.
And there are no signs of life from the caterpillar-husk we thought The Monster was pupating inside, nor any other indication that the ravenous worm-thing exists in any form.
Talk About a Rabbit Trail
Icky But Cool Part 2
Buckle Up, Unette
Oh, bees, I didn’t think I could love you more than I already do.