A monarch caterpillar set up shop in the garden basil a couple of weeks ago. I brought it inside the other night because it was projected to almost freeze that night. And then it warmed up. And lo, the pupa turned from mint green to almost black, which the interwebs tells me means the butterfly within is just about ready to emerge.
Here it is, balanced between two wooden skewers suspended over a jar.
This next one is sadly blurry, but you can see the classic monarch markings.
And then...sigh. She (?) emerged while we were having breakfast this morning, and took a tumble to the bottom of the jar. We carefully slid her out onto the picnic table.
This breaks my heart a little.
The now-empty chrysalis.
That is all.
Sigh.
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