As the chomping noises get louder and fine black grains of caterpillar excrement cover the ground, the plants, the lawn chairs, and anything we thought we might like to eat outdoors, Trounce begins to look very benign. Barry gave me a fancy sprayer for my birthday and threw labour into the deal. He has just come in from smiting the pests on the pear, apple, crabapple, and nanking cherries. Too bad the sprayer has insufficient range to cover the 40 ft green ash and elm trees which are also being chewed on relentlessly.
Yesterday in the back yard I observed a juvenile robin as it gazed hopefully upward at a caterpillar dangling in a sunbeam just out of reach, maybe descending, maybe not. So sweet. So revolting.
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