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Or a purple heart, or silver star or SOMETHING.
When a caterpillar is so big that it requires TWO HANDS to pry it off your plant, friends, that caterpillar is simply too big to live. And when the meter reader hombre who looks like he eats sheet metal in his spare time SQUEALS LIKE A GIRL and flaps his hands when you accidentally fling said caterpillar towards him and an awaiting bird, said caterpillar is too big to live. The length of a deck of cards, thicker than my thumb. Horrible stinger on its butt. (Tomato horn worm.)
Six today, five yesterday, and I'm just about to nuke my whole garden. I had to cut a grasshopper in half in a parry move with my clippers, a grasshopper hell bentfor leather on flapping its hideous wings in my face, forcing me to cut off my face meat due to contamination.
Why am I a gardener? Why do I make a habitat for all creatures? I've had rats in there (okay, field mice, but when they're dead and gutted from a hungry owl, it becomes something gross) snakes (I'm okay with snakes) ginormous grasshoppers, KILLER SPIDERS, and caterpillars that are more like baby anacondas. If my neighbors would stop setting out friggin' bird feeders, I'd have more hungry beasts doing the work for me. (I am grateful to my faithful family of mockingbirds that see me out in the garden and line the fence, waiting for me to fling something towards them.)
I just want flowers and veggies, is that too much to ask? I stood in the driveway, arms bent in to my sides, hoping up and down on my feet, slapping at my arms and torso because I thought one of them got on my shirt. Good morning, neighborhood!
Disclaimer: I only got rid of the ones on my actual tomatoes, because I would rather eat the tomatoes than those buggers. I left the ones on other plants, because they turn into this, which is really beautiful. The caterpillar is all muscled and grody to the MAX. Blech.
Disclaimer 2: I am a former Master Gardener, so I *must* garden. It's like asking me to stop smoking hash. Or murdering hobos. It's in my BLOOD. Ahaha. Heh. One portion of this second disclaimer is true, but which??
When a caterpillar is so big that it requires TWO HANDS to pry it off your plant, friends, that caterpillar is simply too big to live. And when the meter reader hombre who looks like he eats sheet metal in his spare time SQUEALS LIKE A GIRL and flaps his hands when you accidentally fling said caterpillar towards him and an awaiting bird, said caterpillar is too big to live. The length of a deck of cards, thicker than my thumb. Horrible stinger on its butt. (Tomato horn worm.)
Six today, five yesterday, and I'm just about to nuke my whole garden. I had to cut a grasshopper in half in a parry move with my clippers, a grasshopper hell bent
Why am I a gardener? Why do I make a habitat for all creatures? I've had rats in there (okay, field mice, but when they're dead and gutted from a hungry owl, it becomes something gross) snakes (I'm okay with snakes) ginormous grasshoppers, KILLER SPIDERS, and caterpillars that are more like baby anacondas. If my neighbors would stop setting out friggin' bird feeders, I'd have more hungry beasts doing the work for me. (I am grateful to my faithful family of mockingbirds that see me out in the garden and line the fence, waiting for me to fling something towards them.)
I just want flowers and veggies, is that too much to ask? I stood in the driveway, arms bent in to my sides, hoping up and down on my feet, slapping at my arms and torso because I thought one of them got on my shirt. Good morning, neighborhood!
Disclaimer: I only got rid of the ones on my actual tomatoes, because I would rather eat the tomatoes than those buggers. I left the ones on other plants, because they turn into this, which is really beautiful. The caterpillar is all muscled and grody to the MAX. Blech.
Disclaimer 2: I am a former Master Gardener, so I *must* garden. It's like asking me to stop smoking hash. Or murdering hobos. It's in my BLOOD. Ahaha. Heh. One portion of this second disclaimer is true, but which??
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Date: 2008-09-23 02:58 pm (UTC)::shudders:: Bugs is gross.
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Date: 2008-09-23 02:59 pm (UTC)I'm worried one day I'll have to travel there in a rescue mission and find you all wrapped up in a pod!!!
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Date: 2008-09-23 03:05 pm (UTC)Shel-bobwhatever monstrous creature is trying to eat me!:(
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Date: 2008-09-23 03:06 pm (UTC)*is filled with woe*
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Date: 2008-09-23 03:33 pm (UTC)me, I do not garden utside any more, I am playing with a contraption on my kitchen table that produces lovely herb plants.
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Date: 2008-09-23 03:35 pm (UTC)I, unfortunately, need to garden. It's my happy place. Except when portions of it attempt to eat me alive! :(
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Date: 2008-09-23 03:44 pm (UTC)Next year, I aim to afford an arch trellis for the end of the front walk, and roses to grow on it.
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Date: 2008-09-23 04:32 pm (UTC)*rustling noise*
OMG! It's a raptor! RUN!! *out screams the meter reader* Oh, shit that was a caterpillar...*is embarrassed*
Sometimes those caterpillars are carnivorous--Scouts Honor! *grins*
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Date: 2008-09-23 05:38 pm (UTC)I believe you - they would totally eat me, I know it!
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Date: 2008-09-23 05:39 pm (UTC)(I even plant stuff for them to live on, the greedy bastards!)
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Date: 2008-09-23 05:05 pm (UTC)Not much bigger than your caterpillar, and yet, it has put paid to the idea of raising chickens once and for all.
Julia, one gardens because that is what one does, j'espere?
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Date: 2008-09-23 05:22 pm (UTC)This year we are actually going to get pomegranates off our trees, for the first time. We have had them for about 8 years now, and they have had fruit since the second year, but usually those funky little black and red bugs with the long antennae get into them. For some reason this year those bugs are MIA, and I am not unhappy about that.
We are still getting tomatoes, although Patty is doing her best to kill them, darn her. She keeps forgetting to water!
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Date: 2008-09-23 05:43 pm (UTC)I've got plenty of food for the birds in the form of plants, berries, snails, and giant, killer caterpillars, but when there's food that they don't have to work for... They're not so interested in walking all over the lawn pulling out a meal.
Bugs in general are low in numbers this year due to the population explosion of last summer. I'm not complaining either, as it means I've not had a repeat of the Spider of Doom at my front door like I have every year prior.
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Date: 2008-09-23 09:28 pm (UTC)I say we take off and nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
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Date: 2008-09-23 10:37 pm (UTC)Also, that horn worm is BLECH.
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Date: 2008-09-24 01:35 pm (UTC)You definitely deserve a medal.
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Date: 2008-09-24 03:14 pm (UTC)I will say that I believe I've gotten them all - a quick scan of the plants this morning with my coffee showed no bugaboos, so... \o/