She talks to it, concerned about its destination. Where are you going, Woolly Bear? Can I help you? Winter's coming soon and you need a home for the winter.
Mom, can we find him a home? My entomologist heart goes pitter-patter. Of course we can!
We walk along, me enjoying the sun and fresh air, her talking to the caterpillar about finding a safe warm place to hide, and about its future.
When you come out you'll be a beautiful Woolly Bear Monarch Butterfly!
(or moth, I interject.)
No, Mom. A butterfly.
We find a hole in a tree. This is perfect! she declares. You'll stay nice and safe and warm, and in the spring you'll be a beautiful butterfly and we can come see you and play! Okay? Okay.
Bye Woolly Bear! Have a good hibernating!