This little bastard was eating my sister-in-law's tomato plant this morning. I tried to pull him off the vine but his little feet were too strong. Rather than kill him (as Michael did to a different caterpillar this morning) I photographed him and tossed him into the woods.
Maybe I am just a little too sensitive to the lives of insects, but I have a feeling that in the natural order of things I am going to be a part of thousands of insects after this life is finished. Blah blah blah, circle of life, I sound like such a hippie. The funny thing is though, if you compare the color and texture of the tomato vine to that of the caterpillar, the similarities are kind of eerie.