This morning I missed watching one of my monarchs transform into its chrysalis. When I shuffled into the kitchen this morning, he was the same as I left him last night: hanging upside down from a twig. The one difference was that his little mouth parts were moving as if munching on an imaginary leaf. Do caterpillars dream?
An hour letter I checked on him once more before walking out the door and to my amazement he was now a little jade capsule with gold trim. I had totally missed the change. I had absolutely no idea they could change that quickly.