Those who know me know I don’t tolerate insects well. I’ve been known to sleep in other rooms if a moth invades. Wasps and bees freak me out and I loathe spiders and barely tolerate earthworms. Even butterflies are just colourful moths to me and I don’t want them anywhere near me.
Inchworms? Well they’re a little different. They’re tiny, or at least the ones I knew were, and a lovely chartreuse colour. I remember playing games with them with I was a child, watching them pull up their centres and stretch out again to move ahead. I loved seeing their strength as they extended their tiny bodies to test for the next landing point, waving gently back and forth
Who remembers this song and your own adventures with inchworms?