I was lying on the bed reading, when my brain finally computed that the rolled leaf on the tomato plant with the stripped leaves outside the window was not a leaf.
It was a tomato hornworm.
It had a smaller buddy on an adjacent leaf and at least one other on another plant. There are probably more. They’re like staring at one of those pictures within a picture. You stare from all angles, squint with one eye and eventually…worm!
So even though the world is on fire today-my phone agrees – I went out to spend a few minutes in the garden.
This praying mantis was waiting to ambush me by the garage door.
I cleared out the tomato worms as well as my collard greens which had been reduced to lace by the worms they were coated with. Shudder. There were a lot of worms.
As I was considering going back indoors out of the fire, a female goldfinch started pathetically squeaking really close to me. I kept edging closer for a picture, but she didn’t move. Just kept chirping with her wings spread. The best I could interpret was: “It’s too fucking hot!” Goldfinches are notorious potty mouths.
Her pleas made me scramble for a DIY birdbath. It’s not ideal, but I don’t have a ton of shallow lids or pots laying about. No storage. I swore to the garden creatures that I would go thrifting in search of more suitable materials.