A Rudbeckia Black-eyed-susan coneflower from the garden carried a passenger to our patio table:
Even linearized, the inchworm was barely 20 mm long; it’s the thought that counts.
The stamens mature in concentric rings, each stamen topped by a pollen grain. Apparently, those grains are just about the most wonderful food ever, as the inchworm made its way around the ring eating each grain in succession:
Of course, what goes in must come out:
I had to brush off the table before washing it; the pellets are dry, but smear when you get them wet.
Another flower in the vase held a 10 mm inchworm with plenty of upside potential:
After nearly a week, the flowers were done and the inchworms had moved on. We wish them well, although we likely won’t recognize them in the future.
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 