Monday, September 11, 2017

Caterpillar, Choices, Time

I was going to post something Sunday, but life got crazy. I even had it partially composed in my head. But no time, and now the week continues to march ever forward. Suffice to say I went to the farmers market and bought some dill because there was a swallowtail caterpillar on it, and I'm keeping it with some of the fennel by a window. I'm a little worried because when I first got it, it was eating like crazy, all the time, and now, I keep checking, but I'm hardly seeing it eat at all. This brings back memories of the class guinea pig, and my lizards, and my mice, and my sister's rabbit. And there's probably some other creature under my care that I've forgotten about. But the animals were pretty uniformly unhappy with me as their overlord. The mice and rabbit became anti-social, the lizards and guinea pig died. (the guinea pig died when I brought it home for the weekend.)

What will happen to our brave caterpillar friend? I've named it Dilly, because of the dill, but I think it's a male caterpillar, due to the coloration.

In other news: something has reminded me of my young angst/loneliness/self-deprecation. It's interesting revisiting it. It's a stronger negative emotion than I'm used to, and it doesn't seem to be caused by anything specific in my environment, so I can only assume it's something deeper/older than the current goings-on. I'll keep processing it as best as I know how, and lean on friends and family to remind me that I'm not actually alone.

I've got pictures and video's of the caterpillar, but do I have time to upload them? Let's see.





Look's like the answer was yes. Enjoy! 

See ya next week. I didn't even have time to mention the beautiful gibbous moon or the police officer who picked up a bag of drugs or maybe just someones bagged lunch from the park next door. Ah well. Need to eat and do homework. Or maybe just sleep. That seems to be happening a lot. Having to choose between homework completion and sleep. I choose sleep! Usually. I think this makes me a bad grad student, but a happy person.

-IO

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