Yesterday, as I waited at the bus stop, I saw a bunch of
caterpillars, black-skinned with streaks of yellow colour, about
half a finger in length, clinging to the leaves of a shrub. Their
shiny skin made me feel it with the back of my fingers. When
touched, they would instantly curl inwards in self defense. I stood
there fixed with admiration for these slender, attractive,
magnificent works of nature.
It took me a while to realise what they were up to. The green,
leafy shrub they had taken shelter on was being slowly eaten
away. Leaves hung on the shrubs, some on the ground, half eaten
or completely devoured by the caterpillars.
In an instant act of justice, I pulled down some of them, only to
realise that I had deprived some creatures of their food while
saving certain others from destruction. Is justice too human to
be true for all?
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