Thursday, August 17, 2006

Doomsday is nigh

I cannot ABIDE these things. Yep. Squash bug babies. Squash bug teenagers, adults and geriatrics: I foresee a pyre, a big 'un, upon which they shall all commit generational suttee TOMORROW.

Too bad, really. I have tried all known methods to otherwise coexist, then kill, these ugly things. But their legions are too many, and though the squash isn't suffering, I certainly am. YUCK. I even had a gorgeous fried blossom with dinner last night, and that still did not sway me. No midnight appeals, please; tomorrow, the yellow crookneck, the zucchini, and the bush acorn plants will be GONE.

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