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.