Oh, heck, the little bastard bit my neck. Yet another one of the hazards of Florida yard care. My neighbors, vying for the 'best impersonation of a jungle' award, never take care of the vines that grow on their side of the fence. As such, I have to clear my side every two months or so just so I can SEE my fence. There is no end of ugly, creepy, potentially stingy bity insects in there, too. I never expected a caterpillar, of all things, to munch on my neck.
Growing up, we used to play with the little fuzzy caterpillars called wooly bears all the time, we never got to see the cool, exotic types that render life's variety of butterflies and moths, like the monarch above that won't be transmogrifying into anything. Of course, we never got bitten, either.