Fun With Fuzzies, Gay Senators, and Dreams, Oh My!

oh fun
yeah, having a bit of fun at larry craig's expense (see below). don't know if y'all will find my experiments in satire fun or not, but the experiments shall continue...
more caterpillars
on saturday i had a bit of a meltdown; i think i am overdosing on city life and cubicle land. i had to get away, so i drove up to the forest preserve on the north side of town and went for a walk. one of the first things i encountered was a caterpillar trying to cross the bike path i was on. (i have since discovered this was a common woolly bear caterpillar, which eventually becomes the tiger moth. it's fuzzy, black and brown striped.) anyway, woolly bear was definitely going to get smushed by a biker, so i rescued it. at first it was crawling on my arm, then it fell, and curled up into a ball. i picked it back up, ever so gently, and placed it on a tree branch. some caterpillars sting, apparently, but i don't think the ones around here do. oh, and i also found out that some of them also have "false eyes" towards the rear of their abdomens, in order to deter predators. so the "eyes" of that caterpillar from stockton that i was describing several posts ago, were probably not eyes at all. hmmm... i wonder what gary larson would think of my "rescue". he'd probably ridicule my human folly, but whatever! gary can do no wrong in my eyes. ANYway, after disregarding the prime directive, i kept walking, and eventually found a secluded spot near the chicago river. i sat by two white ducks that were swimming around together. they didn't leave each other's side. they even stuck their heads in the water at the same time, and their feathery white butts would stick out and wiggle. i sat and watched them and the water flow and tried to disregard the litter around me. there wasn't a lot, but there is not supposed to be any, and even a single bottle never fails to prick at my serenity. after some time, i got up and and started walking back, and lo and behold, i saw another caterpillar trying to cross the road, which apparently isn't that bizarre, because some of them like roadside plants and shrubs. this one i can't identify, but it was green and smooth--softer even than a human baby--and was colored with beautiful, muted shades of brown, in a cool geometric pattern. i picked this little baby up, and held him for a while, i accidentally dropped him, too. and when i picked him up again, he regurgitated his leaf juice on me. that's what they do when they're not happy. he then proceeded to curl up into a ball, like the other guy. so i decided not to harrass the poor creature further, and i set him down somewhere i thought he'd be content. who knows if i put him within sight of a bird or something. i watched him for a while, and after a few minutes, he came out of his ball and was squirming around again. then this lady whizzed past me on her bike and on the back of her tank top was an image of a bright patterned butterfly. pretty cool, eh? i think papa jung would agree.
dream
i don't write about my dreams here because they wouldn't be interesting to most people but me, but last night's dream was telling. it was a school setting, and there were so many teachers' cubbies crowded in every which place. i needed to find my red folder that had my schedule for the semester in it. who knows, i might have already missed my first period class. so i was in the teacher's room searching frantically for my cubby, but i wasn't over-worried. randi, my super awesome boss in reality, told me to put a plastic bag filled with something (a doll?) in her cubby. so i started looking for that, too. after a long search, i found hers. it was nice, wooden, spacious, but still a cubby. and then you wouldn't believe what mine was. it was a brand spanking new, clean, plastic, white garbage can. the implications are obvious. whatever.