Out for a jog, while on vacation, I spotted a big furry caterpillar crossing the road. I considered picking it up and helping it to the other side. I paused. What if it didn’t want to cross? What if it was getting its daily exercise?

I jogged on.

Soon I reached my turn around point and eventually reached the spot where I had seen the caterpillar. No sign of it. Also no sign of a furry mess on the road indicating a very small roadkill ending.

I smiled. My friend the caterpillar appeared to have survived. It appears as if it knew where it was headed, all along.