Ahhhh. Isn't he cute? Or she. (And we also don't know which way s/he is facing.) But anyway, this little guy was all curled up in a ball on our back steps. Looked like he didn't quite make it to his winter hibernation spot. Charlotte thought he was dead and brought him in the house. (I know you're wondering why, but that's another story.) She checked him about once an hour and he hadn't moved. Until the last time she checked and he was gone! We found him (phew--visions of woolly bears in bed with you), and I took this picture and did some resesarch. Seems when they are more reddish brown, like this one, that means a mild winter. Thought you could use some good news. Don't mention to Mike Spiel that I'm believing folklore. He puts woolly bear caterpillars in the same category as the groundhog. Definitely a sore spot.