A very hungry caterpillar lives in my parsley pot. Stems bow under his enormous girth as he nibbles buds and leaves. Almost three inches of polka dots and stripes, my chubby friend has obviously indulged himself all summer long.

Unfortunately, he excretes and much as he eats. In my last salad, I nearly had a mouthful of dark green pencil erasers.

(Could this be the caterpillar reincarnation of CUKE-ZILLA out for culinary revenge? BWAHAHA! YOU COMPOST ME. I COMPOST YOUR PARSLEY!)

When I tried to relocate this mulit-legged squatter, two safety-orange, muscus horns shot out of his forehead. My hand recoiled in surprise. My nostrils flared. Suddenly, I reeked like rotten apples.

You better be one beautiful butterfly, buddy.

Can anyone identify my parsley pal? Despite my guest’s questionable manners, I’d like to find a safe place for his chrysalis.

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