Igly

While Eli and I were outside today laying on a blanket in the yard, I noticed he had a little inchworm on his leg. So, he claimed it as his pet and when I asked what we should name it, he said "Igly!"

We played with Igly for a while until Eli was a little too rough with it while transferring it from one hand to the other and Igly died.

Now Eli keeps saying "Igly DIED" over and over again.

It was a lovely life while it lasted. And Igly had a great owner. Until he was too rough.





Poor Igly.