The caterpillar feared from childhood, from the time when they fell from the tree to the head, clothes and girlfriends were loudly squealing about this. And they composed fairy tales about how terrible and poisonous they were. Well ...
What a beauty.
I wonder what kind of butterfly it will be?
Walked on my arm. I did not want to pose.
I went into the taste, but this fuzzy never turned around.
Author @nata99 Be Happy!
