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Monarch caterpillars are not known for being talkative creatures. This one was especially quiet. A day earlier, it looked like Fat Albert, voraciously noshing on milkweed leaves. Crawling ten feet away from the plants, the caterpillar attached itself to the underside of a fence rail. All it would tell me is its name, 'J', giving me a look of distain as to how I would even have to ask. Male or female? No answer. 'Jack or Jill'? No response. Apparently, just 'J'. By the next morning, Jay had shed its final layer of skin to form its chrysalis to start the metamorphosis. 100mm macro lens used.