You have a lot of heart, Little Hornworm. Scaling my picnic table must have been akin to reaching a Himalayan mountain top, but then no picturesque view. Just my hairy knuckles grasping a Corona and a million
stink bugs strafing the landscape. Disappointing, huh? Question: That spear you are carrying, is it meant for them, or me? If them, then I will go inside, grab a flyswatter, and we’ll do battle like Thor and Captain America. C’mom, Little Hornworm, let’s get ready to fight the good fight.
*Too much la cerveza? Maybe.
8 comments:
What a cool worm.
I thought so.
Could be he has superpowers, man. The more cervasa, the more likely that is.
We are amused.
True, Charles. Maybe he super sizes ala the Hulk.
How 'ya doing, Ron? Hope your weekend is going well, sir.
A writer sees a story in everything. Good looking little green guy.
He had quite a charm, Elizabeth.
I could actually hear your voice talking to the little guy. OMG I miss you :)
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