That's a wonderful garden you've made. Tho need a bigger picture to really see all the cool stuff. I think its really special how you put this together, great memories to see anytime you step out the door. hugs, Karen

You know childhood memories never go away they just shade in our eyes and whenever we feel the moment it come back and bring a smile on our face. I remember my father used to sing me song from popular music group at night like a baby whisper. I never forget the word of songs and move on to learn about music and equipment. Here is a link that might be useful: Music Cloud Services

Hi, Phyllis, and thanks for visiting our forum. You are thinking about "bagworms", and no, they do not sting. These pests of evergreens, most commonly junipers, hang in cases formed of the evergreen needles of the trees or shrubs. There are a few stinging caterpillars around, including the Asp you mentioned, as well as the Puss, Stinging Rose, and Saddleback caterpillars. I attached a link to a Florida website that discusses the most likely stinging caterpillars you might encounter in Florida. Your Asp was most likely a Flannel Moth caterpillar or a Spiny Oak Slug caterpillar, both of which are white or close to white in color. Hope this helps! Susan Here is a link that might be useful: Stinging Caterpillars of Florida

I'm the OP, thank you for all your responses! emma, I realized afterward that I could have phrased my question better. I was trying to ask if any others took part in anything that was racism, without being aware of it, in their childhood. It sounds like some of you (I'll use rob as an example) were fortunately raised during early childhood in an ethnically diverse community, so racism by means of words or acts was thankfully no longer tolerated, as it was in many other areas of the country. I grew up in Windsor Ontario, right across the river from Detroit. There were very few people of any 'colour' at the time, as most of us had white European heritage. However, we lived only 5 minutes across the border to Detroit, where we often shopped, went to Detroit Tiger baseball games, and enjoyed all the other great culture and entertainment that Detroit had to offer. My mother worked all her life for a law firm on Woodward Ave. in Detroit. So although Windsor was a mostly Caucasian demographic, we grew up seeing and interacting with many people of colour, due to our close proximity to Detroit. At age 5 when I started school, I had really only played with my own siblings, and maybe the kids next door. So I can't claim to know how things were in my whole neighbourhood, but only that I had never heard the 'N' word in my own home or from the neighbour's children either. But soon after starting school, I discovered the children chanted the words "Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, catch a ('N' word) by the toe, if he hollers let him go..." before they started any game, to determine who went first or who was 'it.' I did not know what the 'N' word was, as it was a new word to me, so I just assumed it was some kind of little animal, in my unfortunate ignorance. No one (teachers in the yard) ever came over to chastise/stop us, so I'll never know if they ever overheard us and didn't care, or simply never caught us. I can't recall the exact moment when I learned that 'N' word was actually referencing human beings, I just remember the guilt and shame I felt when I realized I had indeed spoken that very word in my first year or two at school, in the play yard. It was quite shocking to realize that even though we lived right across from Detroit and were so much a part of their culture, that word was still being said (and much worse, when the Detroit race riots occurred, when I was eleven.) That is what I meant when I say that I have 'memories of unintentional racism' because I certainly had no clue what we were saying in the schoolyard, as 5 and 6 year olds.