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| Wooly caterpillar crossing Highway 94, Missouri. September 2018. |
Highway 94 is one of Missouri's gems, unbeknownst to most cross-country drivers who zoom through Missouri along Interstate 70, dismissing the state as a boring four-and-some hours they must endure before entering another snoreful passage in Kansas or Illinois, depending on which way they're headed.
But for much of its length, Highway 94 is the Missouri River's playful younger sister. The roadway zips through flood plains, corn and soybean fields. She sidles alongside river bluffs. She chuckles up and down and around hilly woodlands and bosomy pastures.
Wineries dot Highway 94, as do riverine villages. The Katy Trail is a fellow traveler; it is the longest developed rails-to-trails pathway in the country.
I took a Sunday drive the other day, following Highway 94 from Jefferson City to up north of St. Charles. Come join me for a bit of this drive. Put your seat belt on, sha, and listen to Tinariwen's trance-inducing music while you look out the window.
In September, before the leaves begin to turn, the wooly worms dart and scuttle across the road.
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| Wooly caterpillar crossing Highway 94, Missouri. September 2018. |
They move faster than you might imagine, sniffing to the right and left like puppies.
There were so many wooly caterpillars crossing Highway 94, it reminded me of several experiences in New Mexico, also about this time of year:
- Parting Gifts From New Mexico: Tarantulas. "They're big. They're hairy. And It Is the Season for Them to Copulate."
- Parting Gifts From New Mexico: Little Yellow Butterflies. (But read the comment about these little yellow butterflies in the post above about tarantulas.)
- Highway 3, New Mexico: Thump, Thump
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| Wooly caterpillar crossing Highway 94, Missouri. September 2018. |
But what were these wooly caterpillars so busy about on this Sunday in September on Highway 94? I'm not always the sharpest crayon in the box, but I was pretty sure caterpillars didn't engage in sex, so I didn't think they were looking for love. So what was the deal?
- Here is an annoying non-answer.
- Still no answer here, but the writer may be a kindred spirit of mine.
- This offers an explanation I've read other places, but September seems awfully early for house-hunting in Missouri, so I don't know.
But there is consensus about how fast these critters move!
On my drive, I also saw a vulture who had to get out of my way during its snack. Normally, I don't think I would have taken this video of a vulture, but earlier in the day, I interrupted a hawk or other bird of prey while it dined, and I regretted not having filmed that. So the vulture shot was likely a compensatory thing. Here it is, accompanied by Tinariwen:
