4/5: a little rescue

I ducked into the women's restroom before my Myth class so I could brush my hair.  A student was standing at the sinks and talking to someone on her phone.  Then she started to talk to me, asking me if I thought a bug on her backpack was dangerous.  It turned out that she had called her friend because the bug was freaking her out and she didn't know what to do.  I said I'd help.  I scooped the bug onto a piece of paper and we let it go outside.  Even though the bug made her nervous, she admired how it glittered gold in the light.