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On our way to lunch this afternoon, passing the pine tree lined yard, I found a pair of eyes amongst layers of green. After refocusing my gaze, there it is, a serious-looking furry caterpillar staring back at me. (As it turns out, they are not the type of caterpillars that pupate into beautiful butterflies that would meander in and out of our flower shrubs, but dull moths that are glued to our lamps,and nibbles on our flowers and fruits…)