Grandmothers

Do You Know Who You Are?

Last week it struck me that a mid-metamorphosis caterpillar would not recognize itself in the mirror. More likely, its reflection would produce confusion, maybe even horror!  

(I know I’m anthropomorphizing to your detriment, Caterpillar, and I truly mean no offense. In actuality, I doubt you have have our human hang-ups about allowing change gracefully. Thank you for serving as the object lesson anyway.)

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been in serious transition now for years, and it’s not always pretty.