08.11.06
[letter #13]
To My Beautiful Friend with Auburn Locks:
Am I sounding like I'm spouting poetry? I hope not.
I'm glad you enjoyed the muffin. The croissants are good, you say? I'm not exactly partial to croissants, only eating them every once in a while, but since I haven't had one for such a long time, I do believe I shall try one. At least you say that they're light; some that I've had reeked of butter. There was a rather unhealthy and untasteful amount to the batter. Not exactly appealing.
Ah, so you do notice me. I see you wave, and will perhaps remember what you wore for a little while, but not the next day, certainly. I never notice such things; perhaps it is part of being male rather than female. Or am I stereotyping?
The coat wasn't black, but very close. It was a dark gray, and patterened with different shades of the color. However, from your distance, and with the sun in your eyes, I'm surprised you could even guess at the color. And be so accurate, too. I wish I had your eyes--I wear glasses. Well, when I need them, anyway. I'm nearsighted.
I hope that you're getting some sleep, even with all of that incessant banging at your wall. Has it stopped yet? I find that even several days without my normal sleep habit, I start feeling rather cranky. It's one of those things I can't help, it just seems to happen. And, of course, I can't concentrate on much without my rest. If it is getting to be too much, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to find out how much longer it will last. If it lasted any longer than a week, I would move out for the meanwhile until everything settled down again. Or maybe I'd get used to it. I don't know.
I'm getting carried away by my selfish mind, though. Have you gotten any books for tips on your garden? If so, perhaps you can help me with a problem I'm having. I have a rather large tomato plant growing. However, yesterday morning I found a large caterpillar, about the size of my middle finger but as thick as my thumb, chewing away at the leaves. They began to turn brown, and my friend managed to cut its head with a pair of garden scissors, then proceed to knock it to the ground with a bit of prying after it had died. I found three more in the evening, and one had even begun to eat a tomato. Their droppings are everywhere, too. I wonder what kind of butterfly they turn into. If they weren't eating the crop, I'd like to see what it becomes.
But that's not the point. My question is: Do you know how to get rid of them? A simple question, but most likely one with several complex answers.
Well, the bell's tolling again. I'll close this now and send it off.
Awaiting your reply with eagerness,
Your Problematic and Perplexed Friend
[author's notes]
A lot of this is true. There's a house right next to ours digging up cement, but thankfully, that's during the day time. I suppose no one really works at nighttime, but it makes the story more interesting.
I also have the same problem with our tomato plant in the backyard. My dad cuts open their heads so he can loosen their grip on the stalk while they're dying so they drop to the ground. >.< It's gross. Green juice comes out, not red blood. Besides that, their droppings are as big as hamsters. I really do wonder what they become. I shall look up the bug book as soon as I can. They're large, with small diagonal white stripes on their sides, and red antennae. Ick.
Okay, that's more than enough. Thank you for all the comments!
Snow
SnowPheonix · Fri Aug 11, 2006 @ 05:17pm · 7 Comments |