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I have had a groundhog-free summer in the garden. This makes me immensely happy beyond belief. I was just reading a gardening book where the author dedicated it to his nemesis, the gopher. I can relate. Maybe we can form a vermin support group. While on high alert for these filthy piles of fur called the groundhog, I was missing a much smaller foe. The worm or caterpillar (see on the pic). I suppose that the creature above turns into an even nastier winged nefarious instrument of destruction. Jesus spoke of moths destructing wordly apparel. The mere moth, agent of doom. We put our hope in o' so flimsy things. Conservatives, many of them Christians, put their assets in gold. It just shows what they trust in... I have to confess to being a dumb-ass. I had noticed for the last month or so holes in my Kale as if shot by a shot-gun blast. Because I am the lofty philosophical type, I did not ask the next question of what is eating it? It took a spider jumping out of the picked Kal