Yup. Yuck.

One day I moved my laundry basket and I found:



It was lying on the floor and it was about the length of the top half of my index finger. I couldn't figure out what it was doing in my house. Since when is my laundry room a happy transformation location?

I picked it up and it **wriggled** - oh! It still grosses me out to think about it.

I wasn't sure what to do with it. The paranoid part of my brain thought perhaps it was an incubation pod for a hated centipede - with enough planted pods hatching all at one time those centipedes would certainly overwhelm my defenses. What a plan.

In the end, however, I was strangely soothed by the curled proboscis on this sucker.



Centipedes do not have those.

So, I dumped the thing into a plant pot and checked it once in a while to see what was happening. It sat in there for 2 weeks or so with no change and I was worried.

One morning I checked it and found the - what do I call it? - alien pod had burst open at its top. Looking around, I saw this guy on the wall:




The moth hung out on my wall for most of the day. I figured the wings needed to dry and so left it alone. It did drip a pink moth wing juice down the wall however. Thanks. Eventually it left through the sliding door.

From my internet researches, I think this was a Rustic Sphinx Moth. Not too threatening, nothing to worry about except for the pink moth juice.

Or so I thought until I found this green monster making his way across the living room floor:



Caterpillar crosswalk?