The Visitor Worm

The Visitor Worm

Death worm from the sky

tiny green caterpillar

I'll call you Fred

The other day I was reading outside when a tiny bright green caterpillar fell on my hand. I couldn't remember what he was called, so I called him Fred. I let him inch along a bit, then I put him on some greenery so he could have some dinner. Someday Fred will become a beautiful butterfly, and he will flutter on the wind, across the highway, and into the grill of a semi truck. Fred better watch his ass.