|"I'm not getting a walk today either, am I?"|
Instead I'm propping umbrellas over the lid and waking up all night to see if they've blown away. A few times they had. I knew water was getting in through the tiny gaps that let air in but kept caterpillars from escaping.
|Growing wings, but not ready to fly away yet.|
This morning the water had submerged the lowest chrysalis. The caterpillar had chosen the outside of a little jar, only a few inches above the aquarium floor. I rushed to rescue it, and I think in my haste I knocked a few more off the lid into the water. All of those came inside.
The loose chrysalises are pinned onto a knife block. Are they all still alive? None have turned black yet so they aren't ready for hatching. Do they sense the inclement weather? Does it affect their metamorphosis? All of these are unknowns.
For now, all I can do is keep the umbrellas over their tiny green homes and hope for the best.
Joining Wordless Wednesday, sponsored by BlogPaws…just adding words :/