It's a powerful statement for our times of bewilderment and alienation in response to the echoey depths of the salad bowl.
It's the cry of a tortured solanum.
Said grub is leaving you more of the tomato than the bats are leaving us.WV wrable which is definitely a mome raths sort of word.
I hope when you find that grub you don't decide to kill it, you insatiable eater of garden insects and such! Heh.
This grub is an artist, Kate. I wouldn't think of it.
Tomato-pilfering bats, TEC? They must be enjoying themselves. Nextdoor has a gigantic fig tree, and the fruit bats are holding nightly convocations in its upper branches. Sounds like they're having the best time ever. I sneak the odd fig over the fence (don't tell anyone).
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