Lisa's meanderings: It Tastes Like Chicken

This post is to commemorate the sickening day I had yesterday. It all started when Phil noticed something really wrong with my tomato plants. He told me to come over and he showed me some really disgusting worms.

A while later, I decided I needed to do something about it. I donned my gloves and got a plastic bag. Come to find out, there were probably close to 15 on the plant. They camouflage themselves really well. Every time I thought I had them all, I'd find another one. I was just gagging while I pulled them off. I can handle bugs. Worms are a different story (earthworms are nothing in comparison).

Let's take a stroll down memory lane here for just a minute...has anyone seen Hermie? He's part of a Max Lucado movie series. Hermie is really cute in comparison to these worms (now known as Hornworms).

Next, do you remember watching Lion King? Remember when they pick up the worms and say, "Tastes Like Chicken"? Thanks so much, Jeremy, for remembering this line and bringing it up. It almost brought up my lunch. It was making me so sick to my stomach. (Just for paybacks - the real Christian thing to do - I made Jeremy pull one off. He didn't like it so much then.)

Ok, now that we have strolled down memory lane, you're getting the idea of what I went through.

Each worm stuck to the plant, so it had to be grabbed (making it squirm and squish in my hand) and then disposed of. I threw each one into my plastic grocery bag. Once it was determined that the worms were "gone", they had to be killed. I wasn't going to have them moving around in my trash. We (by this time Lilly was quite involved too - she had to look at it, then touch it just to get in on the grossness of it all - set the bag on the ground and picked up a big rock out of the back flower bed. I dropped the rock REPEATEDLY on the bag, making sure to squish every single one of those nasty worms (that I really don't know if they tasted like Chicken, but I'm saving the next one for Jeremy to find out - especially since he won 2 nights of Phase 10 and Phil and I aren't so sure we like him anymore.) Phil pulled another one off tonight (he thought he could just flick it off the plant - I knew he couldn't, but why would he listen to me...the one who pulled them off the day before?)

Now, all any of us have to say is Chicken, and the question lingers... "What KIND of chicken?" I offered Jeremy some chicken to eat tonight for supper when he came to beat us YET AGAIN, and he had to ask THE QUESTION. It got a good laugh anyway.

Since I know you hate a gross story, I will share with you that these UGLY, Disgusting Hornworms do turn into beautiful moths. Here's proof:

Ok, so maybe they aren't beautiful, but they are in comparison to those disgusting worms.

I was taught that I should always say something nice, so...what can I say nice about those terrible worms who nearly killed my tomato plants?

(This shot really doesn't show how bad the plants are doing. I thought it would.)

They were created (no big bang) to be able to camouflage themselves really well.
They can "stick" up for themselves by sticking onto the plant and hiding quite well.

Here's a shot for your viewing pleasure: