I have good news, and bad news. First, the bad news: It appears that the cocoon in question didn't make it.
Good news: I had 2 more I didn't even know of!
Apparently this was sitting in my fire pit for the past 6 months. Good thing I didn't try to burn anything, because I would have never seen it.
I'm hanging out in my back yard today and hear a flapping in my fire pit. I think "Oh great, a dumb bird got stuck." I walk over, and holy shit that's not a bird!
Moth 1 belly
Moth 2 didn't fly away right away. I think they must have emerged right away.
Moth 1 hanging out after I take off the lid so they can go free.
I'm a pagan, and when I purchased this house I swore to the Nature Spirits that I would do what I could to restore my land to be friendly to wildlife, and that I would allow any creature onto my land. Because of that oath, I've been trying to organically turn a barren, barely grass-covered clay lot into something that is sustainable, promotes biodiversity, is beautiful, and is a haven for wildlife.
Keep in mind, I have a very small lot, so there's not a ton I can do.
In the past 3 years since I've bought this house I managed to, without chemicals, get my desolate suburban-like yard to thrive. I now have several trees, bushes, groundcover (mostly grass and clover, but I'm working on that), a garden, etc. My project is by no means finished. I want 2 prairie patches, lots of berrying bushes, and more. But it's a start. Considering the previous owners, with the help of professional turf managers (my local University's soccer field guy), could barely get mud to grow, I think I've been doing a damn good job.
And considering how elusive these moths are, that I've never seen them before in my life, and all of a sudden I have 2 gigantic moths that chose my yard as their home...well, I can't but see that as a sign I'm doing something right. Thus, I feel really really blessed.