Metamorphosis (work in progress)
A few months ago, I found some of these:
On my early morning walk a few days ago, I found another and decided to adopt it.
I was remembering again my favorite biology teacher and thinking to myself, “Self, what is this caterpillar going to become?” So I brought it home, placed it in a jar with a shoot of bamboo (for structure), a sprig of basil (for sustenance) and a wisteria seed pod (for transportation). I thought I would take some photos of the current specimen, but it turns out it was shy, and by the afternoon, it had wrapped itself in the leaves. So now I have this:
A wonderful structural detail:
From the archives, a mug shot (or a tail shot, it is hard to tell):
I love these feet:
That’s all. Well, okay, one more of those wonderful feet:
So, after I found my caterpillar and decided to adopt, I had to carry it back home. I placed it on a leaf and went on my way, only to pass three or four people walking their dogs. Some people walk their dog, I walk my caterpillar. You know, ’cause that’s what you do when you have a caterpillar.
I am not going walk the cocoon…that would be weird.
We are most truly ourselves when we achieve the seriousness of a child at play.