So when my dad was 6 years old he went to summer camp, and one day he was helping a caterpillar that had fallen from a tree. Some other boys ran up and were like, "Let's go play!" and without thinking he stuck the caterpillar in his pocket to save it for later. Then they went and played soccer or whatever, and when he remembered the caterpillar later it had, you know, melted.

for some reason every time I get really high I think about this story and absolutely lose my shit