I was happy to find a nice, healthy looking caterpiller gobbling this yarrow in the gardening center today, I picked it up for my butterfly garden along with a few other plants. The young lady in check out must have been brand new. She picked up my yarrow bumping the caterpiller to the counter. Before I could stop her, she brushed into her little trash can.
“Oh no!” I darted to her trash can, scooping up my caterpiller. He clamped onto the yarrow, picking up right where he left off. “I needed him.” I explained as I left. I don’t think she got it.