In the last seven days, this campus has been taken over by caterpillars. Just to walk from class to class you have to pass through veritable clouds of gross black caterpillars hanging by little threads from trees. Exhibit A:
Hard to capture on film, but every little black dot on the sidewalk and hanging from the tree is at least one (possibly more like five OR TWENTY) caterpillars, waiting to latch on to your bag, exposed toes, and ponytail. Which leads to terrible dreams that you are covered in caterpillars in your bed, much like every railing under every tree on campus is covered by caterpillars, as in Exhibit B:
Seriously horrifying, and totally stealing away my precious sleep as I swat away non-existant creeepy crawlies, trying to burrow deeper under my comforter but at the same time terrified that I am just sealing them in there with me.
It's like a goddamn horror movie. It's serious Wes Craven/Steven King shit. They know what I did last summer.
So we all walk around campus in this weird state of hyper-awareness, staring up at trees and trying to find alternate routes to class that don't actually go under any trees, which is impossible because this is the freaking country.
You win, country. Time to head back to the city.