A much-munched group of angel trumpet leaves by the garden bench caught my eye as I strolled through the gardens Thursday morning. I immediately knew who the culprit was, for, as much as the hornworm loves tomatoes, he seems to love angel trumpets even more. A quick search of the plant turned up the fat little dragon.I had a chuckle recently as I read Eleanor Perenyi's Green Thoughts when her thoughts turned to the hornworm. It seems that Ms. Perenyi braces herself and cuts him in half with scissors. How ladylike! I just stomp him with my garden clog. Fifteen years ago, when I gardened in my bare feet -- how unladylike! -- I smushed him between two rocks.
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