I am now firmly back in the toad land of work, the long day stretches ahead and the sky can just be glimpsed through the bars of the firmly shut blinds.
My garden is another five days away and only a few pot plants on the desk remind me of the green I am missing.
A few unexpected specks of spherical black, dot my desk and I realize they are insect frass. On close inspection of my rose scented geranium, I spot eaten leaves and more frass. There can only be one explanation. A caterpillar has hitched a ride from the garden and is slowly devouring my plant, utterly safe from all predators on my desk.
I think it is a garden tiger moth caterpillar and as I write, its hairy body is swelling as it ingests the perfumed leaves. It doesn’t mind being here. This is safe and profitable for a caterpillar.
Time to take another lesson from nature, I suppose: but when it turns into an extravagantly patterned moth, I will need to find a way to set it free!