Trimming Trees

The other day, Brett trimmed the trees and we all put the limbs into the old truck, with the racks and Travin was smashing them in so we could get more in the truck. Brett had to work the next day so The Boys and I drove to the dump to unload the limbs. It was hard! Not a fun job! On the way back, I felt something on my neck, so I ran my hand over it. Then a minute later I looked down at my arm, and on my arm was a small (but it looked very big and fat) green catapiller. I flicked it off my arm, screamed, pulled over, jumped out of the truck, screamed some more, and did a little dance. Meanwhile I had scared the boys. When they found out what all the fuss was about, they laughed at me. Do you blame them?