I've been watching this two-tailed swallowtail caterpillar grow up on my wild cherry and was lucky enough to spot it in its final instar, when it turned brown, left home and started looking for a good place to pupate. It obligingly demonstrated its impressive defense display for me, complete with wafts of stink from its osmeterium (the forked orange glands on its head).
It'll be spending the winter in its pupa in a nice roomy jar in my garage -- I'll make sure to take pics when it finally ecloses and I let it free to make more caterpillars!
Here are some more baby pics, ordered from earliest to most recent. The leaves in the first three pictures are all about the same size. You can see how its early stages mimicked bird poop.
If I could fly away, I would,
Build a wall around myself,
And dissolve.
To be something new,
To be something beautiful,
To be something else entirely.
I would embrace the sun,
New colors, new wings,
And I would be my own.
— "Cocon", an in-world poem in metamorphosis, a Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir fanfiction by peachcitt.
I am starting to think the issue with the second doctor in official short story anthologies is you CANNOT just put Your Whimsiest Writer on the task. correct prose voice is nice and all but if your tone does not remotely account for theme you are LOST.
So. One of the most fucked up things I've ever learned is that butterflies remember what it's like to be caterpillars (duh). The remembering isn't the fucked up part, the fucked up part is how scientists learned this. They fucking electrocuted the caterpillars and after metamorphosis the caterpillars avoided the thing that would result in electrocution, leading the torturers scientist to believe they remember experiences and have learned.
"You're worried about me," he says, and Marinette raises her eyebrows.
"Should I be?"
He laughs, looking down at his bowl and tracing his spoon through the melted ice cream and brownie chunks. "You know what one of the things I like best about you is, Marinette?" he asks, and Marinette sighs, pretending to think hard.
"My genetic talent for making sweets?" she asks, gesturing to his empty bowl, and he snorts.
"Good guess," he says, and he rests the handle of the spoon against the edge of his bowl. He turns his face so that he's looking at her, and she does the same. His smile is easy, unmarred by any heavy emotion. "You never make me feel burdened by your worry."
Marinette feels her heart break a little bit, but she just frowns comically down at the last corner of brownie in her own bowl. "Funny, I don't remember putting alcohol in these."
— metamorphosis, a Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir fanfiction by @peachcitt.