Larva, little worm looking things that live in the ground or worse, in old food you find in the way back of your cupboard. One day I made a spear and tossed it into there air to see where it would stick. The old piece of wood that I had grown fond of hurrled in the air and stuck without hesitation into the soft soil. When I went to retrieve it, I saw a white smooth thing in the dirt so I dug it up hoping it was some cool treasure I could show people, upon realizing it was moving I grimmest and flung it back into the mud. It wriggeled there, such a florescent white. It was fat and aggressively dug it's way down into the mud once again. Maybe I was too harsh, me and the chubby worm could have got on quite well. He probably can't read just like me and we could scare away all the mean girls together. Larva are pretty good at that, at first we try to get along but when they inevitably realize how gross we are, we just go all in. If you can't join them, scare them away. What will become of us little bug?
