Spotted by the kids in the White Bird summer camp, crawling on the stone wall at Old First, a kind of stubby-tufted relentlessly yellow caterpillar. When the sun hit its orange eyes in a certain way they appeared coated with iridescent glitter. Someone mentioned she believed this was the larvae of a particularly difficult tree menacing moth, but I have been unable to identify it. Innocent until proven guilty!
It looks a lot like an amazing thing I saw someone knitting on the subway, yellow, puckered, delicate, intricate, fiberemassed. I remember thinking the woman knitting it must have been a genius. Knitting in the Olympics? Absolutely.