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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Cabbage Looper, then Ni Moth

      
    As best as I can figure out by immersing myself in a couple of books and within the depths of the Internet, I conclude that this is a picture of a cabbage looper, a caterpillar found on my mint plant this afternoon. After about twenty days, this caterpillar becomes the ni moth.
   
    Moving fairly quickly and nimbly with a looping motion, it moved to the bush next to the mint, almost disappearing. In the meantime, I jumped into the house hastily to retrieve my camera.
    
    Aside from the information and sources provided by Wikipedia, I found other sites of note, namely, the University of Florida's Entomology and Nematology site, in which they list the cabbage looper as a Featured Creature; and Butterflies and Moths of North America, a site with bottomless information and sources about these amazing creatures of God. 

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