I was sitting outside yesterday evening - enjoying a Joy Fielding novel and minding my own business - when all of a sudden I felt something crawling up my leg. A fly, I thought. Or maybe a mosquito.
I peeked down at my leg and saw this:
So this creepy crawler fell off my leg after I did the ‘EEEEUW-GROSS-GET-OFF-OF-ME-YOU-CREEPY-CRAWLER’ dance. (Have you ever seen a middle-aged woman do this? It can be quite amusing to watch.)
After he landed on the (hard) patio tiles (ouch), he stayed there for quite some time (stunned?) before he slithered away. And where did the little bugger go? He headed straight to the birdbath. I tell you, that birdbath is quite popular. I’ve seen birds, squirrels, wasps and butterflies hanging around it. And now, caterpillars.
When he finally got to the birdbath, the creepy crawler climbed all the way to the top, which I must say was quite an impressive feat for such a little creature, to drink some water.
I don’t know when or how he got down from the birdbath because I eventually had to run inside for cover when the mosquitoes started snacking on me. For all I know, he’s still there. I’ll find out later this morning when I do my garden rounds.
Incidentally, I did google for information and discovered that this hairy beast is a Hickory Tussock Moth (Lophocampa caryae) caterpillar. That’s too bad. I’d really hoped it was a butterfly caterpillar.