A couple of weeks ago, I went to Sam’s Club with my son to do some shopping. Everything went swimmingly until we returned to the parking lot. I reached for my key in my purse, then my pockets. No key. A couple of men passed by, noticing my frenzied look. “The police can get you in,” one of them said. …
Behold, the hornworm cometh
The dreaded tomato hornworm. Manduca quinquemaculata—a wickedly long name for a gardener’s Enemy Number One. Beware. He has designs on your tomato patch. One day you have a picture-perfect tomato on the vine. You let it grow one more day, to get a little more juicy and vine-ripened. And the next morning you wake to see the tomato half eaten, …