Living with her takes some getting used to. Most mornings I wake up to the soft rustling of her caterpillar segments as she shuffles around the room, her big, fluffy white ponytail puffed out behind her like a cloud rather than dragging on the floor. She always hums quietly while adjusting the dark top on her humanoid chest before settling her bright, plump caterpillar body onto her cushion. Despite her size and all those colorful segments, she moves with reckless and aggressive style, always knocking over my things. She’s rude, bitchy, inconsiderate and leaves little trails of leaf crumbs after breakfast. She pushes past and lays across the floor in front of the tv “move dipshit, digested is on right now”