Me outside whispering to the ONE caterpillar who has made it to the J position and stayed in a place where I can observe it:
“You can do this little, buddy.”
His/her ungrateful peers chose to flee the scene this morning for spots on the other side of the fence. If only they had met my neighbors.
“If anything comes along to snack on you during this vulnerable time, I will absolutely lose my shit.”
Caterpillars stay this way for almost a full day before the final shed into a chrysalis.
“It’s all riding on you. No pressure.”