Finally, on Day 30, our little caterpillar has become what he was born to be: a monarch.
He spent a few minutes trying out his little nectar sucker thing.
Look at the bluish tint of his right front leg in the sunlight.He has a very hairy little body.
After a while, he managed to make it over to the railing of the front steps.
He's still out there, getting ready to fly.
This process of making it over to the railing took at least four hours. Is that normal? It's gotten rather cold tonight, so I'm a little worried about him. I'm glad he finally made it out of the ashtray.
I wish him all the best. Maybe he'll fly down past my parents' house in Harlingen, on his way to Mexico.
Adios, amigo. Que te vaya bien.
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