Retired software engineer. "What is that?", you may ask. It's someone who has time to blog about the weather...
By: Bogon , 19:17 GMT le 29 septembre 2009
It's coming into woolly worm season here in the North Carolina mountains. I have been keeping an eye out for likely looking specimens that might consent to an interview.
Sunday I spotted one crossing the pavement. I was all set to walk over and check him out. I had my camera over my shoulder and a tape measure in my pocket. Just as I was about to go to him, two cars approached from opposite directions, a somewhat unusual occurrence on this lightly traveled country road. I stepped onto the shoulder to clear the way for the vehicle on my side, then prepared to cross to the woolly worm as soon as the other car passed. I was literally two seconds away, when the black SUV squashed the caterpillar.
I can't blame the driver, because he was exactly where he was supposed to be, dead center in the right lane. It was the woolly worm's misfortune to be in precisely the wrong place at the wrong time. You should have seen him hustling to get there.
I snapped a photo of the grisly remains for forensic purposes. Eventually I hope to submit this photo to a Higher Authority as evidence of a crime to be adjudicated and redressed. What had the innocent insect done to deserve such a cruel fate? What capricious puppeteer had contrived to entangle his fate with mine? (Hopefully not the same Higher Authority on Whom I will be relying to try the case...)
Obviously my woolly worm report must be delayed a little longer. In a few days, when I get home again, I can upload the sad image of the flattened caterpillar. Seems to me there might be some difference of opinion on this subject, so please leave a comment, either pro or con. I imagine the boys will cry, "Yeah, yeah, we wanna see!", while the girls implore, "Eww, no, please don't!", but that may just be me projecting my own fantasies and delusions. 8o]
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