This morning, right after we found the tomato that was finally ripe but now had a huge bite taken out of it, we saw the tell-tale signs of hornworm damage – the denuded stems, the gnawed-on leaves.
Hornworms have evolved to look very much like the plants they eat, so they’re hard to spot. Kevin and I found two, but it took the sharper eyes of my 14-year-old stepson, Eamon, to catch the third.
In the pantheon of one-horned creatures, hornworms bring up the rear in the charm department; unicorns and narwhals have ‘em beat, hands down. They’re giant succulent wormy things, and they’re a threat to the best produce we get from our garden.
Luckily, we have a hornworm solution. Seven hornworm solutions, actually. No one disposes of a hornworm better than a chicken.