There's a rail trail that starts one city block from our door and heads off in 3 directions. But being lazy and crazy I choose instead to drive to a favourite spot along the trail and cycle that 40 km section. Over the past several rides we've encountered a sci-fi scene of many thousands of caterpillars hanging from threads suspended from trees overhanging the trail. At first it was pretty cool plucking off these wriggly little hitchhikers as we pedalled (with mouths closed), but their numbers have exploded making plucking a squirmy wormy eeeeewww experience; and they're getting bigger and plumper. They get in your helmet, in your hair, on your face, under your shirt, down your arms and...did you know their guts are green? My wife went psycho as we stopped at a bench, picking off many dozens of alien invaders from outer space. Did you know they can hold on really well with their tiny feet? Makes sense given all the climbing they do. It seems our clothing offers an ideal hold for busy little caterpillar feet. And did you know they're fragile? Yeah, if you're not careful when you pull firmly to loosen their grip they break. They break into a squidgy squirty pulp. I'm only exaggerating a little when I say my wife's eyes rolled back, her head spun round three times and flames shot out of her nose before she dropped the f-bomb "This better #@* not stain!" I'm not sure if she was a tad riled at me or the worms from outer space. What the heck, I'm not their leader. None of this was my fault. I've been persuaded to choose another section of trail this week.
These are not the "tent caterpillars" invading spaces elsewhere in the country. We get those too, but like population numbers in ecology they fluctuate. Boom years turn into bust years, as food becomes limited and prey become fat. If you and your trees can survive an outbreak this season you'll probably be home-free next year. It'll be another few years before their numbers swell again to sci-fi proportions. Oh, and the good news is they don't stain your clothes. Well, not my wife's anyway, and those are the only ones that matter.
ps Shoulda seen the flames man. She's pretty cute when she does that.