The Story of Ursher the Caterpillar
As I was walking up the 200,000 fucking stairs to the GCC parking lot one evening, Ernie and I stumbled across a small black, spiky little lifeform fighting for it's life on the edge of a step. Clearly the little caterpillar was going in the wrong direction, as it was about to be trampled by the unforgiving nike-clad feet of many-a-vapid GCC student. I gingerly picked it up and was about to place it back in the malnorished college landscaped shrubs, when a flood of memories from childhood washed back into my tired, oxygen depleted mind. When I was 6 or so, I had 2 of these very same caterpillars in a jar, and over time they turned into beautiful butterflies and flew away. So, as I felt my inner child needed some serious coddling, I took him home. On the way back, resting on Ernie's finger and getting a slight contact high from Ernie's pipe (being held in the same hand) we listened to Usher and lil John sing the ever-irritating "Yeah" and decided to call him Ursher.
I have been feeding little Ursher fennel from a near-by bush and he's grown half his orignal size. I expect him to be undergoing his crysalis (sp?) stage any day now and will take many a picture when he has become the world's first Ursher butterfly.
the end.
I have been feeding little Ursher fennel from a near-by bush and he's grown half his orignal size. I expect him to be undergoing his crysalis (sp?) stage any day now and will take many a picture when he has become the world's first Ursher butterfly.
the end.