About a week ago I placed an order – under protest, mind you – for the caterpillars and food for a live butterfly garden that CJ bought. The girls are thrilled, but seriously, what is this world coming to? Don’t you people realize I’m a programmer?!? Programmers aren’t supposed to buy bugs mail order. We’re supposed to get RID OF THEM. CJ, you are going to owe me. I think a 2013 Mustang GT, will do nicely. A blue one.
Then yesterday I got a call from her that started out, “It’s ALIVE!!!!” She went on to explain that the caterpillars had arrived, and she started reading the directions: “The manual says the caterpillars have to be in 70-degree temperatures, so we have to find someplace in the house for them to grow.” (emphasis mine)
Did I say “GT”? What I really meant to say was a Mustang Shelby GT500.
A blue one.