After days and days of rain, I finally went out on the back deck the other day and checked on my plants. I noticed this in my Italian parsley…
Then I noticed a few more…
Then I realize that my plant is covered in these little critters…
I put out a cry for help on Twitter, because I had no idea how to get rid of caterpillars and I’m not really the caterpillar murdering type. Big ass roaches and spiders, yes, but cute, fuzzy caterpillars, no.
(Yes, it’s all very hypocritical and I’ll likely come back in my next life as a roach to pay for my transgressions against those nasty little critters. It’s a chance I’m willing to take.)
Anyhow, Michelle informed me they’re Blacktail Swallow Butterflies. Well, you know, they will be one day, and parsley is a host plant for them. By host plant, I mean they LOVE parsley and have descended upon in it like distant relatives from up North who suddenly appear for a visit, unannounced, because they heard you now live in Florida and have a pool.
At any rate, I decided to give in and sacrifice my plant. I grew Italian parsley at my old house and never once attracted the butterflies/caterpillars. So while I wasn’t looking to have my plant mowed down by very hungry caterpillars, my two-year-old son and I love watching the caterpillars each morning, talking about them, taking pictures of them, and even trying to “feed” them (they really prefer to feed themselves). I love that it’s a new experience for him and that I’m there to share it with him. And so for this experience each morning, I’ll pay the dollar or two for a big bunch of parsley from the store and await the return of my plant. Plants can be replaced, time with my son can’t.
Have you ever found yourself giving into the moment and just enjoying what is there, waiting to be experienced?