From the continuing saga of my annual Black Swallowtail nursery...
 
Ye dailey gardene updatee. Last night while I was seeing I, Robot yet again, Big Guy pupated, leaving behind his last shell of skin and 2 large, hungry friends. In fact, today they both attached, one on the side of the pot, to my chagrin. After dinner, I poked that one to see if he was still awake and, with gloves on (they're sensitive to bacteria), broke him off the pot and scooted him up the stalk. It's important that they have room for their wings to unfold and fill once they emerge, and it wasn't going to be high enough. Unfortunately I didn't realize that he had fully spun his web on the pot before I started moving him, so I'm crossing my fingers that he'll be able to do it again.

More good news is that TG doubled in size today and was able to grip onto the bush branches tonight, which, as mentioned above, will be important when he pupates in another couple of days. The babies are coming along fine.