2) I Thought It Was Just a Rope in the Grass — Then I Looked Closer…

It wasn’t a rope. And it wasn’t a snake either. What lay before me was a slow-moving column of approximately 150 caterpillars, which I eventually counted!They were crawling in a perfectly straight line, tightly grouped together, as if following an invisible leader. I had no idea such behavior existed—especially not right in my own yard.

Where were they going? Why were there so many? These questions still linger in my mind. Some say caterpillars move in groups to ward off predators. Others think it helps them find food more efficiently.Maybe it’s an energy-saving strategy—the ones in front clear the path, making it easier for the rest to follow. Do you know where they might have come from… or where they were headed?

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