The caterpillar and I
May. 27th, 2003 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyberspiceI was wandering around the lab today, probably returning from one of my countless tea making expeditions, when I was accosted by an engineer in the bay neighbouring mine. "Did you know that you have a caterpillar in your hair?" he said. "Pardon?" said I. "There's a caterpillar in your hair!" and he leans forward to retrieve it. It's small and green and quite definitely a caterpillar. Very typical of the sort of thing that puppets made out of man made, vary coloured, fur sing about shortly before being turned in to gothic clothing. My extremely rudamentary knowledge of biology seems to suggest that, should it survive, old inch worm would turn in to a cabbage white.
Now a research and development lab is not the usual habitat for a small green caterpillar. Particularly one destined to become an anoyer of gardners, allotment owners and farmers. And my hair, being a rather caustic place to live due to all the chemicals I put in it, and being on my head, more so. After some thought I decide to take it down to the railway near where I work as there is lots of greenery there and my new friend, also being green, would not be so visible to aviatory predators. Hopefully it would also be able to find something to eat.
I returned back to the lab to tell the others where I had taken inch. I was then told that birds can distinguish different greens very well. Like Inuits can distinguish many kinds of what to the average Brit is white fluffy stuff, birds see greens as a rainbow of colours. A rainbow that is all greens. This would mean that my little friend is not so cammoflaged I as had hoped and may be he would have been better off in my hair after all.
I hope I did the right thing.
Now a research and development lab is not the usual habitat for a small green caterpillar. Particularly one destined to become an anoyer of gardners, allotment owners and farmers. And my hair, being a rather caustic place to live due to all the chemicals I put in it, and being on my head, more so. After some thought I decide to take it down to the railway near where I work as there is lots of greenery there and my new friend, also being green, would not be so visible to aviatory predators. Hopefully it would also be able to find something to eat.
I returned back to the lab to tell the others where I had taken inch. I was then told that birds can distinguish different greens very well. Like Inuits can distinguish many kinds of what to the average Brit is white fluffy stuff, birds see greens as a rainbow of colours. A rainbow that is all greens. This would mean that my little friend is not so cammoflaged I as had hoped and may be he would have been better off in my hair after all.
I hope I did the right thing.
