Unbeknownst to me, one crawled up the inside of my pant leg, and when I bent my knee to do something, it exploded against my skin in a shower of chlorophyllic gore. I basically didn't care at the time, but thinking about it now make me want to puke shards of my own pelvis. Also, I hope the stain comes out.
I killed a bunch of the things by various means:
- poking stick
- fish hook
- Ford Escape
The Sciencette was about ready to nuke the whole area. She was on the wrong side of healthy to begin with and hates creepy-crawlies as much as the next molecular geneticist, so an army of taint fisting caterpillars didn't make the situation any better. I think she highly considered going home early and/or stabbing me.
The only good thing about the whole situation is that the Army Corps of Engineers is dropping Bacillus thuringiensis all over the infected area. That's a soil bacterium that colonizes caterpillar guts and secretes endotoxins that paralyze those wiggly bastards. Had I known that biological warfare was in order, I would've brought some of my shit from the lab.
Kill you caterpillars! Kill you dead.