One of our favorite books to read to our boys back in the day was “The Very Hungry Caterpillar.” Oh, how our sons loved turning each colorful page, wonderfully written and illustrated by Eric Carle, to see what the the critter was up to . . . and eating . . . next! It was a family classic.
Little did I realize that a dozen or so years later that we would be living out our very own version of that cute story. But we had to rename it.
We call our tale, “The Very Voracious Caterpillars . . . Plus Tiny.” The plot is simple: First, we had lovely blooms on the butterfly bush in our front yard.
Then last Monday, I noticed two monarch caterpillars slowly but surely eating up the plant. Of course, that’s what it’s for: To eventually grow butterflies.
The next day Tiny, the smallest caterpillar I’ve ever seen, joined the group on the vegetation. Unfortunately, for him, there was no way he could out-eat his jumbo brethren.
The other two hogs kept growing larger, while Tiny, well, he kept his petite figure.
By last Wednesday morning, the plant was stripped bare. Plus one of the big guys had wandered away. All that was left was one still-voracious caterpillar and Tiny.
So the big guy inched his way over to a nearby rose bush, while Tiny got lost in the mulch.
But I remain hopeful that one of these days a gorgeous monarch butterfly will flit my way and wave hello . . . and good-bye.