So here you go.
Yes, the swan plant of death is no longer the Bermuda Triangle of butterflies. (Why does no one talk about the Bermuda Triangle anymore?)
Having said that, I did find one poor chrysalis on its side on the concrete, looking rather the worse for wear, possibly after a fall. I rested it on a nearby leaf but it seemed to be leaking some sort of green slime out of a hole. I’m guessing if it’s oozing caterpillar soup then it’s probably a terminal injury. What a shame to have got that far on the path to adulthood and then stumble at the final hurdle. At least it’s had a fuller life than many of its earlier brethren who just vanished at a far younger age. The natural world is as brutal as it is beautiful.