Some of you know and some of you don't, Amber and I are back in Massachusetts and have settled closer to Boston. I'll be attending Emerson College graduate program in Communication Sciences and Disorders to become a Speech-Language Pathologist when I grow up, and living here made the most sense. But I feel settled and wanted to re-inject some e-life back into this lumbering sloth of a blog. I hope to continue with some regularity as the semesters pass me by, but the future is cloudy and I'm all out of fortune cookies.
Amber started with a garden when we moved in. See, we have a deck/patio and she always wanted potted plants and little vegetables. We bought peppers, cucumbers, basil, and a tomato plant. As the summer waned, I kept thinking that something must be eating our tomato plant, as the leaves had become stubs. However, I also thought the plant just didn't have the same fervor it displayed at the start of summer and was slowly dying. Cycle of life, and all. This seemed all the more plausible because I had never seen any sort of insect near the plant, and as a man of weak faith, I must see to believe. Today, however, I caught the herbivorous culprit... a Tomato Hornworm.
Ugly little bastard, huh?Anyway, when I saw this little guy gnawing away at my wife's tomato plant I nearly relived my entire childhood. I got so excited and gleeful that I ran in the house to grab my camera (hence the photos). I plucked him from the plant (gently, of course, you don't want pictures of a mangled caterpillar) and set off to get more pictures.
Maybe I shouldn't have called him an ugly little bastard before. I mean, he does kind of grow on you. Well, whatever.
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