this morning i saw the most adorable, fuzzy yellow caterpillar crawling its way up my porch steps. hello, sweet caterpillar, i greeted this caterpillar, and made sure to not squish the friendly fuzzer with my sandal. crossing the street i remembered that sometimes caterpillars become butterflies, but sometimes they grow up to be assholes like moths and monsters; well lo and behold, google says what i actually took troubles to care for this morning was the American Dagger Moth
an asshole if i ever saw one
