A Memory Challenge for Writers and Readers Today
Or…The Dragon is obsessed with the caterpillars

About a month or so ago, I posted about the plethora of white moths doing their tantric sex marathons around my front door (complete with erotic photos of moth sex—oooooh). Now I notice there are a bunch of fuzzy white caterpillars meandering around the deck. Could they have hatched and grown that quickly? Someone better versed than I in moth-caterpillar biology will have to weigh in on this discussion. My strong suit is the reptiles, you know.

Anyway, the sad sight of a convulsing caterpillar in what I assume was its death throes this morning got me to thinking of a poem I read as a child. I had a big blue hardcover book called 101 Animal Stories, and one of the stories was a poem titled “The Caterpillar’s Song.” I’ve been trying all morning to remember the poem. Here’s what I’ve got so far:

I twist, I turn, I coil and wind
And sometimes find
I’ve tied a knot
Toodle-oo
All day through
…some other stuff here…
A twist over here
A twist over there
…some other stuff here…
Toodle-oo
All day through
That’s what I do

Now, I know I’ve butchered the poem, and I apologize to the author for doing so. Can anyone out there fix it? Does anyone remember the whole thing? I’ve looked it up on Google and Ask.com. I’ve posted the question to a couple of the online groups I belong to, but we’re stymied. So, come on, writers and readers! Help us out, before it drives me the rest of the way out of my mind.

(And, for those of you wondering about the convulsing caterpillar on the deck, I scooped him up after the photo above and put him in one of my plants. He will either snap out of it and start eating or…well…become fuzzy soil. Very sad.)

“Some days, I just want the dragon to win.”
Tags: Caterpillar’s Song, 101 Animal Stories, moth sex, tantric

Moth Sex
Or...The Dragon is intrigued by the Tantric Love Positions of the moths

Yes, I've lost my mind. I noticed a striking little white moth when I went out yesterday. She (I'm making that assumption) was on the stucco pillar outside the entrance to my apartment in a spot that I figured could attract a bird looking for a juicy morsel. Apparently, her little moth pheremones attracted a boy.

This morning she was tucked alongside the doorframe with a gentleman moth positioned below making moth eggs. And I guess you would call those pre-caterpillars, right?

Anyway, I was on my way out to the mecca that is Wal-mart. Sigh. I hate supporting that, but what can you do? Given events as of late, it's not like I have stray cash. When I got back from Wal-mart, the moths had opened their wings a bit and shifted position. I don't know if this makes "depositing" material easier. But when I went back out a few minutes ago, they were back in the original position with wings down at their sides and I decided I had to get pictures for the blog. I mean, come on. This has to be shared with the World Wide Web, doesn't it?

Can anyone tell from this stellar example of photographing genius what kind of moths these are? All I know is that they're very pretty and they've been working at continuing their species for at least six hours.

:)

"Some days, I just want the dragon to win."
Tags: moths, tantric