Invaded

Our tomato plants have
been invaded by the
"tomato horn worm".







































When I was young, I was horribly afraid of bugs. I would have bad dreams about bugs, and all too often I would wake up my older sister (your great aunt Gyl), who shared a room with me, in the middle of the night to check under my bed for "big bugs". Reluctantly she would crawl out of her bed, come over to mine, take a peek underneath my bed and reassure me there were NO bugs under my bed! My older brother Darryl (your great uncle Darryl), would chase me around the yard with a bug in his hand until I cried and grandma Moon would finally come to my rescue and tell him to "stop it".


I am older now (much), and no longer afraid of bugs. That doesn't mean I like them, but there are some I don't like less than others and the tomato worm is one I don't mind watching as it gorges itself on our tomato plant. When I told grandpa Willard about them, he promptly bolted out of the house and tore them off the tomato plants and sent them sailing through the air...(made me laugh to myself).

Grandpa Willard
Great Uncle Darrly
Aunt Lise
Great Aunt Gyl