When I was very little, my dad often created tiny caterpillar sanctuaries filled with leaves and sticks and caterpillars because I was scared my toys came to life when everyone went to sleep. They would keep me company, their tiny caterpillar legs there to rescue me if I needed safety. Soon they would build their cocoon. I was able to keep a close eye.. And as they would begin to emerge as butterflies, we would set them free. β€œAlways a Friend” finally on his way to his new home. Good thing he has a furry coat, appropriate for today’s fog. πŸ›πŸ›πŸ›πŸ›πŸ›πŸ›

When I was very little, my dad often created tiny caterpillar sanctuaries filled with leaves and sticks and caterpillars because I was scared my toys came to life when everyone went to sleep. They would keep me company, their tiny caterpillar legs there to rescue me if I needed safety. Soon they would build their cocoon. I was able to keep a close eye.. And as they would begin to emerge as butterflies, we would set them free. “Always a Friend” finally on his way to his new home. Good thing he has a furry coat, appropriate for today’s fog. πŸ›πŸ›πŸ›πŸ›πŸ›πŸ›