This story didn't have a happy ending. The caterpillar built its chrysalis in the middle of the rue plant, amongst the "branches" despite me offering a ladder and sticks where it could have emerged in an clear area. I think, although I didn't see it, the newly emerged butterfly likely didn't have room to fully extend its new wings. It can't fly and, unless it's climbing the net sides of the enclosure, just sits or flops around on the floor.

It is still in the "hamper" with a small dish of sugar water and sponge. I feel very sorry for this misshaped, beautiful creature. It perches on my finger and I look into its black eyes and wonder if it remembers that I was the one who admired its caterpillar cuteness so often.

I really tried, but this makes me horribly sad.

Most of us have been in your shoes, and it just seems an inevitable experience to have if you raise enough butterflies. Hope you find some comfort in that you aren't alone, and that you help to increase the overall population of butterflies. I am glad to know that there is someone out there like you. Sorry about your butterfly.

A sad photo.