Anyway, we celebrated what turned out to be its last night with suction feet by doing all the things I know a monarch caterpillar would want to do.
First, it limbered up by doing pilates on a stick:
Then it helped me write letters to congress about the need to preserve wild nature:
We made a delicious pizza of spinach, fetta, italian seasonings, and grape tomato:
Then the light burned out, so that had to get fixed--and it sorta killed the mojo:
Maybe not an ideal guy's / girl's / hermaphrodite's night out, but what's joie de vivre when you are often nothing more than an incubation chamber for tachnid flies? It's a monarch life out there, folks. "Spread" your "wings" and "nectar" on "asters" before you run out of quote marks and possible double entendres.
8 comments:
Sounds like you had a fun night entertaining a caterpillar, or was it the other way around? I would have been thrilled to have the experience. I hope your friend develops into a beautiful butterfly and migrates before the weather is too cold!
Ha Ha!
Prank phonecalls to Mel Gibson creased me.
Anyway, now I know this post is silly, everybody knows caterpillars, like the rest of us, don't write letters, they email. In fact come to think about it,caterpillars are unlikely to telephone people, they Skype, right?
DG--I hope I turn into a beautiful butterfly and migrate...er....
Rob--Better iron out that crease. You are probably right--they email, Skype, and even Tweet. Or Twit. I like Twit. You creased me.
Maybe they Twonk?
That's cute. I have several here. Some very furry. Would you like me to mail them over to join your party?
Very generous of you to throw a party for the "last one out" - I'm sure he/she will spread the word about your generosity and you'll see hoards of monarchs in your garden next season.
One--I have too many as is! :)
Lynne--That's the plan! You got me.
Hey, I got an email from your caterpillar! It was pointing out that had it been it's choice, that light bulb would have been a fluorescent. Cheeky little thing... ;-D
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