A small story behind that fuzzy little bug. This caterpillar kept crawling on me when I was trying to write a modern poetic translation of a fourteenth century Scottish poem. At the half break we walked all the way across the lawn and set him on a flower, and by the last part of class he had crawled all the way back. We were amazed and everyone decided I was the little creature's mom. We were so sad to see him go but we put him on a tree and he disappeared into the leaves.