Thunder

Thunder was found, minding its own business, on a leaf in the backyard on Sunday. He is fuzzy and delicate and in captivity (at the moment).  My son rescued him or discovered him, depending on your perspective and plunked him in a jar to accompany him everywhere he goes.  However, almost immediately Thunder got left behind at a friend's house.  This friend has a pet cricket and until we can retrieve Thunder, they will sit and (hopefully) nibble leaves (and apples in the case of the cricket) side by side, separated by glass.  The cricket is also, coincidentally (or not), named Thunder.

And that's Thunder, a friend, an idea of a friend, a potential butterfly, but mostly a caterpillar waiting to be set free and be what a caterpillar is.


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