Saturday night entertainment

This last saturday I had the privilege of sending a crew of tent caterpillars to their deaths. The chicks at first couldn't figure out what to do with them.

Finally after a half hour of nervous chirping and sideways glances, one finally grabbed a squirming bit of chicken heaven. All hell broke loose on the one chick daring enough to grab it. Every other chick had to have it right then and there. They couldn't get one of their own, they had to have his. With Barry Sanders-like spinning, weaving, and sprinting, each chick got a chance to play keep-away until another stole it. After 6 or 8 takeaways, someone would finally gobble it up, and the whole process would start over. I spent an hour and a half that night taking in the show.