It was Ivory, in the garden, with a stone candle and a shingle….
Okay, confession time. Unlike TL, I don’t touch bugs. I have worked up to rolling those itty bitty sugar ants with my fingers and I did slap a fly with my hand yesterday, but my squealing icky-icky dance had TL laughing at me through the phone line.
So, when I saw this (excuse the fuzzy, please) on the squash…
…I scoured the yard for something with which to capture and bludgeon the infidel.
I scooped him into the candle with the shingle and covered him. Then I took him to the executioners pavement, shook him out, RE-COVERED him with the shingle (I hate the crunch), and pummeled him with the stone candle. Here’s the crime scene photo:
For other squeemish gardeners like myself, I also highly recommend scissors (to remove the leaf entirely) or my personal favorite…the dustbuster. I suppose any will work, but this is mine. I never go to the garden without one or the other. THEN I feed the squatters to the chickens.
Bwah-ha-ha!
Ivory
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