This Space for Rent

When caterpillers attack

A head-on view of a charging fuzzy-wuzzy caterpiller

It must be a suicide attack, because the caterpiller was crawling across the Llewellyn playground (filled with children running and riding their bicycles around in circles) right after school let out. I thwarted its plans by picking it up and depositing it into a planter in the school garden, where it was last seen doing the fuzzy caterpiller version of WTF? WTF-F? as it tried to figure out why the world had changed from flat cold tarmac into green leafy wilderness.