We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Unfortunately, Texas is in a major drought so there will be little to no milkweed for them. Even watering mine, I've barely been able to keep one milkweed alive. If they skirt along the coast though, there is some hope. They've gotten some rains.
We've been trying to get a milkweed garden going, but the deer and the cut-leaf ants both like them, too. I've got 50 vigorous plants in gallon pots, though, which I'll put out when the conditions seem right.
My wife's been raising monarch's in the Fl panhandle for several years. She and the neighbor have a number of milkweeds growing. Once the caterpillars get a certain size some are put in a mesh cage, with lots of food, and are released as after they emerge. Others are left in the wild, but have a much higher fatality rate. We released 14 this year.
Daily, we see two to 10 butterflies a day around the gardens: monarchs, victorians, and various swallowtails.
I've loved the monarchs ever since we spent a year in California's Monterey Bay Area and witnessed the yearly monarch migration. Majestic. This current apocalypse does nothing but remind me of the earlier whale apocalypse, the polar bear apocalypse and the bee apocalypse, all of which have mysteriously not happened. Species adapt, or they die. That's what they've been doing since the beginning.