"Oscar and Alphonse" by Anna Holland
"I think it's time to let them go," Mother told me. "You'd get too attached soon and I highly doubt they want to live in a jar."
"I love them though," I whined, holding the jar as if it was a child.
"I can see that," my mom told me. "But do you remember what happens every time you keep bugs?" I took that statement into consideration.
She knew it was time to send them back. The caterpillars softly wiggled in her hand, spelled out "goodbye." I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that. Are they more than just bugs? I wondered if I should hide them and see what else they would do, so I put them in a big plastic tub. They didn't do much at first. But all of the sudden, every growable item near my house bloomed. I had no idea what was happening, but it was amazing, and then the strangest thing happened. A big mess of rainbows appeared. It felt like a dream. It was so beautiful; I didn't think this would all happen from a couple of bugs. Then suddenly, the weather changed again.
All of the flowers died within seven seconds, the beautiful mist from the clouds turned into a downpour, the rainbows snapped in half and disappeared. It was so chaotic; it started storming and hailing. The house started breaking apart, the fence ripped out of the ground and vanished into the sky, everything around me, gone. Not a single soul was seen; no color was left. Just the shoes I stand in, and the clothes on my back. The caterpillars were gone; I was alone again.