There are worse surprises than finding a spider on your bed or a snake at your breakfast table.
Yesterday, very early, as I tidied up and swept my front porch, I noticed a pile of what looked like small trails of ... well... dirt? Only thing was, the pile was slowly moving down the path, like a slinking, slithering blob.
As I honed in on the mass of black, I realized that it was a glob of maybe a hundred black caterpillars, squiggling individually, but moving slowly, grotesquely and neatly as one collective and large mass.
I have to say, this spectacle kind of put me off my feed..
Yes, Taoists and Buddhists, I blasted them with my lethal weapon, an economy size can of Raid. No guilt.
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