Jarred Caterpillars

Today's heat smelled like caterpillars for about one minute. On my way to Sign Language, I took a really deep breath in for no reason, and a very distinct memory came to my mind. I remembered collecting bugs, particularly caterpillars, and keeping them in a class jar with grass and leaves and a few twigs. I'd poke a million holes in the lid so the caterpillar wouldn't sufficate. I don't think I realized that caterpillars probably don't use very much oxygen per inhalation. I'd often just watch the colorful hair of the caterpillar scrunch up then stretch out as the bug moved up a stick or burrowed into the grass. The smell of the hot air today was the exact smell of a jar of caterpillar. The smell-memory disappeared when I was distracted by a passing motorized bicycle.