I’m away from my wife this weekend, but she knows what important things are happening in Morris and is keeping me up to date on the essential news.
The swarm of caterpillars that have been gnawing on the milkweed she planted are pupating all over the house!
Now you know, too.
But, it’s a butterfly! After all, butterflies begin at conception, according to “divine” revelations “received” by anti-choice people.
YAY for the Monarchs!
The mildly deranged penguin suggests you carefully map the locations of the chrysalides, as they are excellent handles for the emerging butterfiles to grip and fly off… with the house. She’s not entirely sure why the butterflies want to fly off with the house; perhaps not for the house itself, but as an act of anti-invertebratism in support of their enslaved arachnid sisters. She speculates they see the house as an exoskeleton and want to show that, without such an exoskeleton, these new-fangled bones aren’t all they’ve cracked up to be.
I did not know that monarch pupae are this beautiful.
It would appear that John Wyndham was right. We are doomed!
Wait… so that’s where puppies come from? I’m distraught that I’ve been lied to all these years, but likely not as upset as your cat’s going to be.