On my way out of the labyrinth, I bounced up the little caterpillar again, hurrying purposefully in a northerly direction, along another twist of the path. The sun was hot ... and, if it was burning a big specimen like me, imagine what it was doing to her. Courage and determination came to mind. It was as if nothing was going to stop her from getting to the bushes which fringe the lab. No doubt it is there that she will settle and undergo her transformation.