On Tuesday, my husband and older granddaughter spotted some interesting-looking caterpillars munching on our dill plant. My husband, two granddaughters, and I checked them out several times during the course of the day. That night, I counted ten caterpillars on the plant. On Wednesday morning, there were just two left. By Thursday morning, they had all disappeared--even though my husband covered the plant with netting.
I'm not sure what ate them. I doubt they crawled away on a long-distance journey. We couldn't find them anywhere else in the garden.Thinking of those caterpillars brought to mind Christina Rossetti's poem Caterpillar.
CATERPILLARby Christina Rossetti
Brown and furryCaterpillar in a hurry:
Take your walk
To the shady leaf or stalk.
May no toad spy you,May little birds pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.
My husband and I did some research on the caterpillars. They looked a lot like the larvae of the Anise Swallowtail Butterfly--who like dill plants. I'm not sure, however, that they live here in the Northeast.
Heidi Mordhorst has the Poetry Friday Roundup at My Juicy Little Universe.