My husband picked our first vegetables of the year from our garden. About two seconds later, he found one of his pepper plants stripped bare of its’ leaves. He also found the fattest caterpillar on earth next to the plant, with an incriminating fleck of pepper leaf in the corner of its’ little caterpillar mouth.
My husband used words that are not fit for public consumption, but being the softie he is, simply relocated the guilty party to another part of the yard.
I’m going to laugh when he finds the caterpillar back in the peppers tomorrow.
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Your husband is much kinder than I. My caterpillars tend to meet a violent end, usually involving a brick.
Nancy, I think Mr. Caterpillar may not fare so well next time if he finds his way back.