Wednesday, around lunchtime, I noticed a split in the chrysalis that looked due to open. After Tuesday’s near miss, I figured I’d hang out for a while and see if I could catch this butterfly actually emerging. I got my camera, took a few pictures, and then sat down to wait.
D came out a few minutes later to go get the mail from across the street and saw me perched on the concrete blocks beside the porch. When he came back, he handed me a magazine and wondered long it was going to take. “I don’t know,” I said, “I mean, just an instant, I guess, for the thing to come out, but I have no idea how long until that happens.”
It was kind of drizzling and my toes were getting cold; in the end, I lasted as long as it took me to skim through This Old House. I took a few more pictures, relocated a very small but very persistent spider one last time, and went back inside.
While I wasn’t watching, out she came.
It rained hard last night; I worried a bit; in the morning, she was still close to what had been home.
And Thursday’s child-to-be, waiting: