The last time I checked on him, he was curled into a tight little winter ball. He resides on the stairs to the cellar. A few days ago, he was gone! I thought a strong wind must have blown him off the steps. When I looked beneath the stairs, he was back in caterpillar form. I watched for a while because I thought I detected movement.
He’s a sly one. Yesterday he made a run for the house and I found him on the doormat trying to get in.