Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I'm being eaten by a fat caterpillar

And I don't like it one bit.

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.

Good times.

7 comments:

Bev said...

Yuck! Vampire caterpillars?

Courtney said...

Hope your neck doesn't turn out looking like my arm did.....

Elliott said...

Bev - they're emo caterpillars, if they were goth vampires, they'd be all black except for a pale white face.

Courtney - I saw the pictures of your arm. Thankfully, no such thing has happened to the side of my neck.

Samsmama said...

I don't know how to describe it, but that first one doesn't even look real. And the second one looks like this thing I use to dust off the top of the ceiling fan.

Gwen said...

My grandma had a theory that the direction the wooly ones took across the road was inversely related to the type of winter we would have but for the life of my I can't remember which direction meant what kind of winter. I guess I'm a roll-with-it kind of gal.

Elliott said...

Samsmama - speaking of not real: http://media.photobucket.com/image/neon%20fuzzy%20caterpillar/cannahavana/Saddleback-Caterpillar.jpg

Gwen - I heard that from my parents, too, and no, I don't remember the direction. However, I read something yesterday that says the severity of winter can be gauged by the width of their brown band. Smaller band, harder winter.

Harmony said...

LOL good times indeed. We used to carry around the furry caterpillars and turn them into pets. Had one ever bitten me I would have been mortified.

Oh and.."My neighbors, vying for the 'best impersonation of a jungle' award" is hilarious!

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