The only person to have read any of it so far, an editor friend with a critical eye, seems to be enjoying it, so that's good news. (And no, it doesn't matter how many books you have published, you still think the latest is terrible. Consequently, you soak up any praise as if it was rain in a drought.)
And here's a photo I took recently of the caterpillar of a case moth, scurrying along across a path. It has clothed itself in a camouflage gown of straws. That sort of furry stuff at the top is its head poking out.