How many zillion times we have walked these paths, and then I see two of these lovely caterpillars only a few days apart, the brown one and this gray one. “Caterpillar” — what a strange name. From French. “Hairy cat” according to one source; “Little dog” according to another. Sounds good to me. But ‘caterpillar’ sounds better. Once you hear that word, you don’t forget it. Four syllables, two ‘r’s. In transition, eh? Are we all caterpillars?