In the spring, when I walked down my blacktop road, I rescued worms. These wiggly guys had left the ditch and headed across the road probably to their death. Either they would have been run over or dried out from being out in the sun.
Now the season has changed and I rarely find worms during my walk. These days I find another critter trying to cross the road.
The caterpillar might not dry up while crossing the road like a worm, but it sure can get run over.
I relocated this one back in nearby greenery.
I may not be able to save a lot of worms or caterpillars, but I think the ones I do are grateful. At least I hope they are.