Less than two weeks ago, I was admiring my purple brinjal plant, thinking about how long it has lasted. This plant was grown from seed early last year, so that makes it about a year and a half old. I had four of them that I placed in different locations in the garden – two in pots, and two in the ground – and this plant, grown in a pot, happened to take root at an awkward spot right in the middle of our front lawn! I left it there, though, and it is the proud survivor, still giving us regular, if smallish, fruits.
Well, when I was contemplating this plant about two weeks back, I decided to take a photo of it:
It’s not huge or impressive, but there were a few flowers that I had hoped would become fruits. Three of them did.
However, when I got home this evening, something about the plant caught my attention. It looked like it was dying, and I rushed over to look for the reason, fully expecting to see clusters of mealy bugs or white flies. Surprisingly, there were none.
However, what I thought was a dying leaf turned out to be…
…a caterpillar! And a mighty fat one at that! It was even fatter than my index finger! (Not that my fingers are fat or skinny…)
As with the pink caterpillar of the other week, I was unable to bring myself to kill this caterpillar because it was rather pretty. Besides, it didn’t eat up most of the leaves out of vindictiveness – it was just following its nature, and who am I to begrudge that? I should have caught it at egg or an earlier instar stage. So, I relocated it to a less sensitive area, dumping it at the spider lily patch. If it’s smart, it will find a nice spot and make itself a cocoon. Good luck to it!