about an apocalypse

I recently remembered one other negative of the spring season (one being the awful pollen everywhere):

It's the caterpillar apocalypse that tries to invade our house.

I know the picture doesn't look like much of anything, but there are literally twenty fuzzy caterpillars on our sidewalk leading up to our front door any given time of day or night. Yuck.

Sadder still is they don't get much further than our welcome mat because we have pest control.

That's a lot of dead caterpillars.

We try to warn them to turn back, but they just don't listen...hard headed little fuzz balls...