So much for that hanging basket. Damn and double damn. The caterpillars have munched their way through the pretty bits, and the little black beasties are lurking, ready for the rest. Sigh. I thought birds liked feasting on stuff like this?
Can I at least hope for a flock of butterflies in the near future? From the caterpillars obviously, I don't expect much from the little black beasties . . .