Mantis on asparagus leaf, with preyMy ability to cushion myself from unpalatable truths is impressive. I didn't really think it would be so distressing to see my praying mantis killing and then EATING my green catapiller.
I'm meant to rejoice in the biodiversity that established itself in this garden, at last.
I've trained myself to squash the catapillers, but to see someone else delight in the whole process is kind of nightmarish.
Just the day before, Galligher brought in a pretty big lizard, minus its tail. The lizard is now back in the front garden, where hopefully it continues to eat whatever bugs it pleases (without me seeing, please).
The dear little kitchen mouse that Rugsy the neighbour's kitten caught was not so lucky. My wise nephew Joshua had to give me some telephone counceling over that one.
Not knowing what to do about the mouse problem, I hadn't actually discouraged Rugsy.
Eating is not an innocent activity.
Being alive is not an innocent activity.
Easy for you, Rugsy.
Mothers, gardeners, who else? You can't be generative, responsible and blameless at the same time, it seems.
If you find a way, Id love to hear it.
The dear little kitchen mouse that Rugsy the neighbour's kitten caught was not so lucky. My wise nephew Joshua had to give me some telephone counceling over that one.
Not knowing what to do about the mouse problem, I hadn't actually discouraged Rugsy.
Eating is not an innocent activity.
Being alive is not an innocent activity.
Easy for you, Rugsy.Mothers, gardeners, who else? You can't be generative, responsible and blameless at the same time, it seems.
If you find a way, Id love to hear it.
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