577: Something Stinks

So the other thing late spring has brought is the caterpillars. I am not fond of the creepy bugs, in fact, I think I've mentioned that they rather scare me. However in the oddness of how fear works, but terror at their alien undulating bodies dims before my desire to actually have some me time when the baby is sleeping in his stroller (in the shade, in case you were worried). I'll keep flicking them off my chair, sketch book, novel, clothes etc. all for the sake of getting my half hour of relaxation. I suppose it helps that they are the unassuming green sort and not those horrid hairy Gypsy moth varieties.