I noticed an anxious looking Gulf Fritillary female, fluttering about seeking a spot to posit her eggs. I guess she didn’t like the passion vine I had planted specifically for her, so she decided a metal trellis would be a better place to lay her eggs. I watched the eggs for a day or so, and noticed one hatching.
I felt bad for the poor little guy, a thousand miles away from any food source so I put him on the passion vine where he quickly started munching.
I probably shouldn’t have done that. Now there are bound to be generations of stupid Gulf Fritillaries laying eggs on swingsets, arbors, fence posts and fire hydrants. But I know what it’s like to be hungry. I empathize.
Buzzing Blossoms 