The green alien lay fat and indolent against the vine, its body taut yet silky looking. I approached it with my puny wooden weapon and poked it gingerly. Suddenly the creature raised its upper body and looked at me with its beady eyes. It rammed its body against my stick, and I jerked back in surprise. It was attacking!
I came across it by chance. I was looking over my vegetable plants in my pot garden. Er, the plants are in pots; I'm not growing marijuana. As I inspected one of the tomato plants I saw a light green lump against the stem. It was a beautiful color and so closely matched the tone of the plant itself that it would have been easy to overlook. As I looked closer, I realized it was a caterpillar--a particularly well fed one at that. Hanging above it was a half eaten green tomato that had originally been the size of a gumball.
I almost walked away. I like nature, and I think its creatures have the right to survive. But I didn't want to sacrifice all the hard work I put into those tomato plants to a bunch of chubby freeloaders either, no matter how lovely they looked, so I decided to do something about it. At first I thought I would just pry it off with my fingers, but I didn't really want to touch it. I didn't like the idea of feeling its puffy, squishy body in my hands.
I looked around for something to pick it up and saw a chunk of wood. I thought it would just be a matter of loosening the caterpillar and that it would curl around the stick so that I could carry it away. Was I surprised when the thing attacked me! I'm glad I didn't use my finger. I might have lost it. Okay, so I suppose it's unlikely a caterpillar would bite my finger off, but still!
As soon as I poked it with the wood shrapnel, the thing immediately butted its head against it. It looked truly fierce as it raised its upper body and lunged at me, its nubby legs flailing (well, maybe they weren't flailing; they were just kind of standing there being nubby). It took quite a bit of nudging to get that caterpillar off the stem, too, but finally, I pried its lower legs off and managed to scoop it up and carry it away.
I was singularly impressed by that little caterpillar, and even though the darn thing chewed up one of my baby tomatoes, I have to say, I admire its courage.
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