It’s caterpillar season.
I remembered this yesterday as I sat out on the deck with my parents and two of their oldest friends at their cabin “up north.” We noticed as a tiny, furry ball began descending from the trees far overhead. Lower and lower it dropped until it was just over our heads.
“What is that?” my mother asked. We didn’t know.
At this point, the furry ball seemed to know it had an audien…