Everyday I ask my daughter what she thought the day's note in her lunch means. This one she explained was that the caterpillar didn't couldn't eat the sweater (perhaps an allergy to acrylic yarns, or more likely just the caterpillar is a pretentious dick). So instead it just drank wine all night. Doesn't help that he's an angry drunk. If you cross him that larva will fuck you up after a Bordeaux bender.
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