The 'pillars are still trucking along. It always takes me so long to find them that I start to worry that something has happened to them. The shrub isn't that large, about my height, but they're incredibly well-camouflaged. I'd name them, since I like to weigh things down with silly human constructs, but I'm not sure that I can tell them apart. I would like to see the caterpillars walking about, though, because whenever I watch them, they're just hanging around by a few pairs of legs, usually head down. I did see one of them munching on a leaf once, but they've not otherwise been active at all. The silkworms I've met in the past were always running around, and they ate constantly. Perhaps the lethargy of the hornworms is due to their much larger size. I wonder for how long they pupate (i.e. how long I must wait before I pull up the shrub, once they've gone underground).
And despite the suspicions of threetimes, I am not obsessed with caterpillars now. I do continue to find these guys interesting, and I'm enjoying the opportunity to observe them in a natural setting. What better laboratory than my backyard?
We visited Geo's parents on Saturday. They don't mess around; apparently his dad asked him about the nature of our relationship with Dennis within the first fifteen minutes. This is in stark contrast with my family, who, in the decade that I lived with Dennis and B, never asked once. I've generally done well with OPP (Other People's Parents); it has something to do with the schoolgirl-cum-Kindergarten teacher thing, no doubt. Geo's father seems to have survived the shocking (but in reality quite mundane) revelation, anyway.