Just as I am basking in the Schlumbergeras’ glory,
something starts snacking on my Mona Lavendar.
At first I thought Mona was just losing leaves,
but where did they go?
Then I saw the tell tale (and tail) signs. (Pun intended.)
Poop from a caterpillar!
Here I am thinking everything is blooming and growing,
while Mona is being devoured right under my nose.
A gardener must never rest.
Even in winter, at night time, inside.
Stay vigilant folks.
While you are waiting for Santa, you may be visited by a Grinch-green, eating machine.