So ends my unintended posting hiatus — even if I still feel like how this caterpillar is positioned. No, it isn’t the consequence of any libations for St. Nick; it’s just the holiday rush and Old Man Winter colliding. So it goes; no plays off or concussion protocols, all it-is-what-it-is, and just bugs, bugs, oh can I introduce you to some bugs? The Haploa sp. caterpillar above belatedly rings us in to the new year with no resolutions of its own, just the innate promise to transform its whole being into a moth, of course.