The small Christmas tree residing in Erin's bedroom this December was so happy and lively that we extended his stay through January. A couple of weeks ago when finally retired, he left a little buddy behind. The family was seated at the evening table for devotions when little Hermie (short for Crystal Theodore Sanchez... don't ask) crawled out from his hiding place behind my husband's hat to say hello. The girls did what any other 'home-schooled their whole lives so they don't know that teenage girls don't do things like this' girls would do. They built it a habitat, replete with color coordinated bow, placed it on a doily and proceeded to Google. Hermie is an inchworm, did you see him in the fourth picture? He's in the exact center. He's the fat looking pine needle attached to the thin one.
For days I would come downstairs in the morning and take the lid off and search and search, convinced that somehow in the night he had just vanished. When I did find him I would be amazed at his outstanding camouflage. He truly does look just like a pine needle, from above and below. We knew that he had to have come from Erin's Christmas tree as Larry had just taken it out prior to sitting at the table, so we placed a small snippet from the tree in with him. If we weren't positive before, we knew for certain once we saw him (or didn't see him, actually) against the foliage that yes, he definitely was created to live in that particular type of tree.
He seems to be happy to be living here with us. We even harbor hopes of seeing a metamorphosis. This isn't our area of expertise so we are just happily observing and caring for Hermie. Well, what would you do?