Here’s a funny little story for all the gardeners out there.
I didn’t plant a lot this year; the location of our apartment isn’t so great for growing much of anything, as I learned last year. The plants just baked in the sun, & I didn’t get much of anything, so this year I just planted some fresh herbs. Rosemary, basil, oregano, sage… yummy stuff. I’ve been using a bit of it here & there, which is what’s fun about fresh herbs – they’re always around, & fairly easy to maintain.
We all know that when the weather heats up, as it has so recently in the Midwest, you shouldn’t water your plants during the day, as the water simply evaporates off the leaves, burning them in the process. We were off visiting friends on Sunday, & when we returned around 11pm, I realized I ought to water my plants in the cool(ish) darkness.
The oregano & sage are in hanging pots, & when I stepped on my tiptoes to water the sage, I instictively flinched at the sight of something fuzzy on the bottom of one of the leaves, thinking it was a spider (I’m not a fan). But it was a woollybear! I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this early on in the summer – usually not until mid to late August. Woollybear caterpillars have a special place in my heart, having marched in three Woollybear Festival parades in high school. It was one of the highlights of the fall marching band season! So I smiled a little smile at the little fuzzball & let him stay on that little sage leaf. Everybody’s gotta eat, right?
Fast forward to Monday morning, while I’m making breakfast. I threw together a big bowl of awesome with various local veggies, so yummy, & some chicken, & decided to grab some herbs to add some yummy earthy flavor. I grab the basil, rosemary, oregano, & reach up to bring down the hanging pot so I can have my choice of sage… & witness this scene:
THAT LITTLE BUGGER ATE ALL MY SAGE!!! & there he was, curled up & sleeping off his apparent gorging.
Ugh. I’m so mad. & they don’t even turn into anything all that pretty! Somehow, it seems like it’d be better if he turned into a Monarch or something, but alas. I hope he enjoyed all that sage, particularly since I barely had the chance to enjoy any of it. For the curious, I didn’t touch him; just let him keep sleeping.
& that’s the TRUE story of the Very Hungry Caterpillar.