The other day, when I was out for work, I came across a lovely lady tending to her herb garden. Of course, I just had to comment on how beautiful her abundance of herbs and vegetables looked (aka we dived into a pretty hefty conversation about herbs, the weather and everything in between).
Within no time I was carrying a huge bundle of mint, rosemary and sage – and it smelt amazing. Only problem was, I was going back to the office for the rest of the afternoon. No worries there though, everyone knows to expect random food items to be brought into the office by me.
But when I stood in the garage of my office, waiting for the elevator to come, I spotted a cute little green caterpillar enjoying life on one of the mint leaves. I considered my options, and without thinking, pulled off the sprig of mint leaves that he was on and put him on the ground.
All of a sudden an overwhelming feeling of guilt washed over me, what if those mint leaves weren’t enough to help this little guy find his way out of the garage? I picked him back up and put him back into my bundle of mint leaves. He could stay there until I got home and let him run free in my garden.
I made it home with my many herbs. But I couldn’t find my caterpillar friend. I hoped he had just found some other leaves to chew on. Without putting too much thought in to it, I popped the mint in a jar of water.
Then the next day I baked. And I also found this…
I didn’t know whether to feel happy about this, or taken advantage of.
But you know what? If he survived all of that, I say ‘good on him’.
I tore that bit off the muffin and popped him in the garden.
I hope he is full now.