Don't hate me because I infest your cherry trees. Don't hate me because I may eat every leaf on the tree. I will not touch a single flower, you watch.
The tree will grow a new batch of leaves and produce a full crop of fruits all the birds will love. Some of those birds will even eat me after bashing me to death on a twig to knock off my hairs.
If you burn my tents, everyone suffers, especially the guilty. Me and the cherry trees made a pact a long time ago; who the hell are you?
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I love you, Rikki Hall, and will make it a point to vehemently defend tent caterpillars henceforth, and educate the ignorant.
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