Dear nonexistent readers,
Due to the impending doom and sneaky approach of midterms, it seems as though the days have inexplicably shrunk.
Apologies to all who have been here long enough to have read this post before, but I will be reposting an old post.
When I said that my only pets were plants, I lied. Unintentionally, of course. I also had some pet moths.
Way back a long time ago, in kindergarten to be specific, everyone in my class received a board game. I mean, technically it was a board game, but it was printed on regular printing paper, which, as the name implies, is used for printing upon. Usually. Printing paper has a plethora of other uses too, which I’m sure you can use your own imagination to figure out.
So anyway, returning to the point at hand, my lovely kindergarten teacher gave us all a board game and Mexican Jumping Beans. I was entranced by the beans. My five-year-old mind could not process the magic of legumes that moved on their own. Usually, legumes require people to move them.
We were not told that Mexican Jumping Beans are not, in fact, beans, but rather they are moth larvae.
So I brought four or five moth larvae home, convinced that they were magical beans.
For a few minutes, days, or weeks, I can’t remember, we all played this lovely board game with my magical beans. It was brilliant.
Then, one morning, I wake up, as most people do on most mornings, and I decided to play my lovely board game. I was very surprised to find that the little plastic box where I kept my magic beans were full of moths.