Fluffy the butterfly sits on a windowsill in our sun room, anxious to hibernate for the winter. A well-known local, whose opinion I trust, asked what kind of butterfly it was. By all markings, according to naturalist Larry Weber’s “Butterflies of the North Woods” it appears to be a Compton Tortoiseshell. The well-known local said, “It’s got to be outside, it has fat that will keep it through winter.” When Fluffy was discovered in the sun room, winter was here already. We’re assuming it was on a plant brought in from the deck in late fall. It gravitated to the window and would flutter about trying to find a way through a pane of glass after figuring it was time to hibernate. But we caring humans said, no Fluffy, we’ll provide you with slices of apple and put you on the moist soil of our little sequoia to lap up moisture and nutrients. According to Weber, dung is also utilized and since there are three horses nearby, we could certainly bring in a horse apple or two, but we have chosen not to.