No, this is not what you probably think it is. My husband brought it in to me today. He'd been clearing brush out behind the garage and found it in the dirt. "See if you can figure out what this is," he said.
I immediately sent a picture to my kids and said, "What is this?"
May identified it as a hawk moth pupa. Mr. Moon sort of wanted to keep it in a jar to see it transform but Lily said that she'd done that before and the wings weren't right and it probably needed a bush to climb on to dry out after its hatching. Or, whatever it is that they do. So I put it back outside under a bush in the leaves and the dirt and said "Good luck!"
I hope it lives and has a lovely life.
My shoulder is a little sore today and I'm not sure I feel my best although I did get a lot done in the domestic goddess arena, mainly cleaning out my refrigerator. I've been slapping myself around for months now, trying to get motivated to do this chore and finally today, it seemed like the day to do it. I didn't throw nearly enough stuff away. There were no containers at all that held moldy disgusting remains which was surprising. I combined a few bottles of this or that and tossed the last bits of a few pickle jars but mostly I just took things out, cleaned, and put things back.
Do you think I have enough condiments?
I'd like to take this opportunity to point out to the number of people in Trump's cabinet who are jumping off the sinking ship and to the Republicans who are finally abandoning the Trump cult that it is all too little, too late, and that they too, are complicit.