This story is so short it hardly qualifies as a short story...and yet, Lydia Davis has packed a lot into these nine paragraphs. I know what is being experienced with regard to the caterpillar. Why is it easy sometimes to obsess over something that ought to be small and insignificant. What does this caterpillar and our narrator's relationship to it have to do with life itself? What control do we indeed have over life? And, what is too small to warrant our concern?

Somehow I think I will be thinking about this story all day, which is a bit ironic.

https://angouleme.eesi.eu/adaptations/9thecaterpillar/thecaterpillar.pdf ( )