The Story of Herbert

We weren’t destined to be in each other’s lives forever, but only for a season.

A couple of weeks ago, I made a new friend. He’s not the typical kind of friend I open myself up to, but he found his way in to my heart.

He’s cute, loves to go new places and see new things, eats well, and doesn’t have a need to be right all the time. Some may say he’s perfect.

As I walked out to my car, loading my laundry in the backseat, I saw him. He was hanging out at the car, seemingly waiting on me. He didn’t say anything; he just looked at me curiously.

I was skeptical about him at first. I mean, who hangs out at my car, looks at me, and doesn’t say anything?

He followed me over to the laundromat and was there when I got out of the car. I gave him an evil look because at this point, this was getting weird.

I came back to the car and he was still there, hanging out by the driver’s side. I was a little scared, so I got in the car through the passenger side and went home.

Still hanging around, he followed me home. At that point, I decided to give him a chance. After all, he was just a bug…a big, green bug.


I used to be so afraid of bugs. Granted, I still pretty much hate them, but this guy was different.

We became friends and I named him Herbert.

Herbert seemed to want to be my friend. He helped me with my laundry that morning and he even followed me the eight miles I travel to work, hanging out on my back window the entire time.

I wasn’t having a rough day, but he made my day a little better. I chose to overcome whatever fear I thought held me back.

The fear of a big, green bug.

I haven’t seen him since, but if bugs have any kind of memory, I hope he remembers me.


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