Temperatures approached freezing that morning, and then the sprinklers came on to add to the insult of this cold, wet caterpillar, which is sometimes called a “wooly bear.” It wasn’t moving when I found it, and I wondered if it were still alive. It shuttered a bit when I gently touched it, but it did not curl up as they would usually do when disturbed. Later it was gone, so I presumed it wandered off, perhaps in search of a better site to overwinter before morphing into its adult form. If successful it will mature into a beautiful giant leopard moth, white with black spots, and with a wingspan of nearly three inches. Unfortunately, these are nocturnal and are seldom seen flying about.
I wish the wet little wooly bear well.
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