They don’t just grow wings from their caterpillar worm-bodies; their old body breaks down into a liquid, and their new body forms from the remains. I felt like I was guck, and my body was a cocoon. I felt like I was absorbing myself, becoming a whole new bug, and I didn’t want to be. I preferred to be a worm. I liked my worm-thoughts. My worm-body. I didn’t want to change.
