Old Lardy

Sometimes things happen that are just plain weird.

This morning, Skye re-lived a very painful memory for her, reminding me in great detail of the happenings of this post over our breakfast. Sydney apparently remembers the incident too, although seems to recall it without pain.

5 minutes later, I sent my girls outside to play and they come across this:






The largest caterpillar I have ever seen in. I am unsure at this point if he is new around here, or Skye's old friend come to reclaim his tupperware palace. Either way, what a weird coincidence that he shows up on this day after that conversation. He is the perfect example of what happens when someone forgets to tell you it's time to change into a butterfly. Looking closely I'm almost positive I saw a big "JUICY" written across his back taunting the crows around here. This hungry little caterpillar turned into a plump old fella who can hardly walk, but instead just sort of wiggles and rolls. I know some bird is pretty mad that we found this guy before he did. He missed his weekly feast and now the overgrown insect instead gets to be tortured by all of the fascinated children in the neighborhood.



Somehow, I don't think this guy is going to be able to blend into the sandbox like the last.

Good luck old lardy. Good luck.