In early summer of this year I planted my little herb seedlings. And they grew. And they grew. Then one day I went out saw something, something quite small, but quite large at the same time, moving along my dill. A pest! In the garden. So I plucked the pudgy little caterpillars from the dill (bad boys) and put them in a bowl. Then what did I do next? As any good blogger knows I got my camera and took a picture.
I could not destroy the wriggling things. Yes, I know they were eating my dill, but they had to be hungry too, right? So not having the ability to take their little lives, I carried them around for awhile, finally depositing them on the far side of the property line where the back lot meets the woods. I thought on this for awhile, why I didn’t kill them and why that was a good thing. We come from a line of bug-put-outers. We grew up capturing and putting out anything from crickets and spiders to bats and flying squirrels.
So, here at the end of summer, I sat nested into the corner of the couch with a book from the library about the care and use of herbs and ran across a page about pests and saw my little caterpillars……and I am glad I saved them. Know why? Because they turn into this…….the black swallowtail butterfly.