That’s my costume. I’m a coccoon. See, when caterpillars coccoon, they have these little string things that hold them to the branch they are coccooning against. They kind of curl up and stay there. That’s what I’m doing. I am not an elf. I am a coccoon! (my arms and back are KILLING me from laying in that rope for 15 minutes while Tricia to 100 photos from different angles!)