Tag collected his caterpillar from the front desk, eyeing Professor Pride warily. She looked a bit shady. . he doubted she'd come about these caterpillars legally.

He sat back down next to Kemma, then watched, horrified, as she hacked the poor thing in two, sending guts flying every which way. Tag looked around wildly. What was this, some sort of insect torture chamber, hidden under the guise of education? Very quietly and carefully, Tag slipped his caterpillar into his pocket. There had to be some way to save them. . .