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Some light was shed on the mystery by the firefly, who recalled an attraction to an illumination, a flash of light. The firefly swore that there were TWO caterpillars in the garden that night.
Alas, upon cross examination, the promiscuous firefly was determined to be a less than ideal witness.
(it's a reading light, i swear!)