Like a Rainbow

The caterpillars have been out in full force here in Minnesota.  There was some local news story about this phenomenon, but as is sometimes the way of local news, the story was long on obvious observation, and short on explanation.  In any case, when Joe finds one, he picks it up gently, and in cupped hands, carts it off to "a safe place."  The other morning, while Julie was brushing her teeth and washing her face, Joe padded into the bathroom to pee.  While he was getting that done, he started talking to Julie about the caterpillars (that first pee of the day of his is pretty lengthy).  Julie was, admittedly, not listening especially closely.  She was thinking about whether Joe's--stream, if you will--would drift in the midst of his caterpillar chatter (it didn't), and then whether he pull his underwear and pajama bottoms up on his own, or if she would need to remind him (she did).  She was also, after all, trying to brush her teeth and wash her face.  That's when, just before Joe padded back to the breakfast table, quite literally as he breezed on out of the bathroom, she heard him say something about caterpillars--or inchworms--"yeah, just movin' like a rainbow."  Well, good morning, Starshine!