For the past month or so, I have been watching black swallowtail caterpillars devouring my Italian parsley. First, there were five or six sizable ones and a slew of tiny ones just beginning to develop. Before I went on my Florida trip, I counted them and took pictures so I could see how much they changed in a week. When I got back, only three of the big, fat, juicy ones were there, and only about half the number of smaller ones were still clinging to the leaves.
“I saw a dove in the garden, ” my husband said. “I think that’s our culprit.”
I’ve been keeping an eye on those two big boys every day since I returned, and they have been so fun to watch, as they’ve munched and munched my parsley leaves. Those two were still there this morning. Now there is only one. Will it ever make it to its chrysalis stage? I’m not holding my breath.