I like thinking the big text is god (you) putting a loving hand down for us (bugs) to crawl on
Well that’s one way to boost my ego
I hope you know I’ll try to be a kind God, you may crawl on my arms and I will feed you wood fibres, leaves, maybe berries as a treat.
Though keep in mind if you bite me you will be put under a glass cup with no leaf. Deprived of joy














