If I were an insect, I would be an inchworm.
If I were an inchworm, dadadadadadadum (Fiddler on the Roof).
First, because they are so cute! I remember that back in Texas, I once had two inchworms inching up my legs. They tickled and they were lime green.
I also want to be an inchworm because they mutate into beautiful moths (that occasionally destroy Japan with singing twins). Moths have antennae that are like fuzzy ferns (so cute). Unlike butterflies (which don’t destroy Japan), moths usually come out at night.
Anyway, back to inchworms. They can camouflage! They are usually brown, like twigs, or light green, like leaves. They get their names not from their size, but from the way they inch across surfaces, squish-stretch. They also have a secret weapon: they can rise up like cobras, to make themselves look all big and mighty to scare off predators, like spiders.
I love inchworms!! I passionately dislike their cousins, the glowworms. Look ‘em up. TERRIFYING! Back to inchworms again, all that tough mightiness wrapped up in a little bundle of cuteness! They are the cutest insects God made.
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