I saw this caterpillar in the parking lot next to my car a while back. He is one of the fattest I had seen. I couldn't help thinking about the beautiful butterfly he could become if he could escape the 100 degree surface of the lot. Parked next to an island, I scooped him up with two sticks. You didn't think I was going to touch it, did you?
Safely back among the plants, I felt a good deed had been done, and I left for lunch.
When I returned nearly an hour later he was again squirming on the black top. Again, I scooped him up and placed him in the plants, this time closer to the center.
Thinking back, I wonder, was there a predator in those bushes? Perhaps he was desperatly trying to escape. Sometimes when we feel we are being the hero, is it possible we are being the villain?
No comments:
Post a Comment