"Creepy, Crawly Caterpillars" is how channelcincinnati.com titled a story about the large number of caterpillars currently spreading all throughout the Tri-State. It sounds a little dramatic to me. I don’t think the little one inch bugs are really creepy or crawly. Maybe “Cute, Inching, Caterpillars”, but I guess that wouldn’t be a catchy title or something worth reading about. Nonetheless, they are actually pretty fascinating and reading this article reminded me how just last night while golfing, was imagining myself as a caterpillar and asked "What if I were a caterpillar?"
As I approached the 16th green, my ball, having settled within 3 feet of the cup, I noticed a little caterpillar working its way across the expanse of the green. I thought, wow, if I was that small, getting across this green would be a day’s work. As my father-in-law setup for his putt from the fringe, I squatted down to look at what my putt had in store, but I was quickly distracted again by the little caterpillar. It was approaching the cup, inch by inch, and immediately I could feel myself in its place. I imagined myself heading out to take a look at the one of the natural wonders of the world, the
After arriving just to the rim of the cup, the caterpillar turned and headed toward me. My father-in-law hit his putt and was still away, so he began to setup again. I began daydreaming again about caterpillars. It was inching toward me and continually getting closer. It went right up to my ball, almost inspecting it. I thought how for the caterpillar, looking at my ball is probably like going to Disney’s
He hit is putt and made it, leaving me with my 3 footer to bogey the hole. I set myself up and looked down and the caterpillar was right in my line. On any other day, I probably would have hit it out of my way with my putter, but today was different. This caterpillar and I had a connection. I gently placed my putter right near it, it crawled up on it, and I moved it to another path, closer to the edge of the green, a place where if it continued the caterpillar could be on its way, to its next adventure; to the rainforest lying just beyond the fringe.