Since finding the copperhead in my yard a few weeks ago, my grass mowing adventures have been on hold. Yes, the grass is growing, but, not in such an aggressive manner. Thank you autumn for slowing making your appearance. I have noticed when I am walking Tug, that I keep my eyes on the ground....not looking too far ahead for fear of stepping on a snake. It is funny when you are so scared of something, how everything LOOKS like it. Every stick, every root and thing that remotely looks like a snake, becomes the object of fear. I walk so gingerly that poor Tug occasionally looks back at me with the "SERIOUSLY can you walk faster" look.
Yesterday, while walking him out under the huge oak tree, I saw something move. I froze. Yep, again, dead in my tracks. He didn't see it, but I DID. Slowly, we inched towards it. It moved again.....luckily, it was small. I got a closer look. It was a caterpillar. A HUGE, black with yellow spots caterpillar. With these little horn like things. I found a small stick and picked him up....Tug still oblivious.....and I flung it to the trunk of the tree. If he had to crawl, please do so UP the tree!!
Just so you know, I am NOT a bug person. I do love dragonflies. As long as they know their place....which is NOT in my face or landing in my head. But, there are no adorable lady bugs, no sweet fluttery butterflies, and don't get me started on mosquitoes or flies. That is a whole different blog!
Gotta love the butterflies!!!
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