We were careful not to disturb the small cocoon plastered on the window of our front door. Luckily, it was on the side of a double door that we did not have to open.
For almost a month we kept watch as the milky green caterpillar spun a tight capsule around itself. It did not succumb to the stormy winds that blew. It escaped the beaks of the numerous small birds that flit around Deerfield. Its tight body-wrap clearly displayed its antennae.
We wanted to see our butterfly-to-be friend spread its wings, but we woke this morning to find the cocoon empty.
Our butterfly bushes in our front yard are filled each day with the beautiful winged creatures. We trust that our former tenant is among them.