We found him on the way home from the grocery store. Considering he's a fully grown very much alive caterpillar on February 1st in bitterly cold New Brunswick weather (and the two drops from a great height he survived on the trip home) I'd say he has a good chance of survival in his nice and cozy spaghetti sauce jar.
Samuel, needless to say, is absolutely riveted.
I, on the other hand, have spent the past hour trying to talk myself down off the ledge of "what if this caterpillar is some kind of rare TOXIC caterpillar that is going to excrete toxins onto all of us and especially me of course. And then somehow I will absorb the toxins and pass them to Clara when she's nursing and she'll die. And I'll die, which goes without saying, but first I will break out in a horrific rash and go to the hospital in anaphylactic shock and no one will be able to figure out what is causing it because WHO EXPECTS A TOXIC CATERPILLAR IN FEBRUARY??"
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