As she stepped out the door into the bright spring afternoon, something below her feet caught her eye. It was a yellow and black fuzzy sort of crawling something.

From a closer look she recognized the bit of life as a caterpillar. It was struggling along the doorway, sporadically attempting to crawl up into the house but tragically slipping back onto a horizontal plane after each effort. It was such a persistent little creature.

Caterpillars are strange you know... they contain a bit of precaution as they walk along with their numerous tiny feet; but curiosity eventually leads to fearlessness as they venture to the edge of weathered rocks in a garden or blooming branches on a tree.

She gently brought her hands down to the level of the caterpillar and lifted him up by his coat of fuzz. Immobilized, probably by fear, nature's simpleton simply sat in her hand as she relocated him to the side yard. She slid the caterpillar off her hands and watched him as he lumbered away: his yellow and black fuzz swaying to and fro, into the plush green grass.