
Tomato plants stripped nearly naked thanks to a marauding band of Horn Worms
This year’s garden is now in a major lull with the exception of the cacophony of Tomato Horn Worms chewing their way though our plants. It’s true, if you stand still long enough during the warm daylight hours, you won’t hear a bird’s song or the wind rustling through the reeds next to our frog pond. You will literally hear the mandibles of dozens of green striped Horn Worms chewing tomato plants into leafless totems hearkening for another shot at life.
We’ve done well this year with our garden crop and have seemingly trumped the output of other backyard vegetable patches in our area. More than a dozen tomato plants spread throughout our square foot garden fared decently but hit a noticeable slowdown once a triple digit heat index took hold for several long weeks.
Recently cool temperatures both at night and during the day have spurred some rejuvenation in those warm weather plants that seemed all but tapped out for the season. A new flush of tomatoes have set and are increasing in size with each passing day. It’s as if the tomatoes, falling out of stride, know the season is marching on without them. They’re giving it one last push to make their masters happy before the frost settles and brings an end to their six month-long efflorescent parade.
While we wait for the last gifts of the season to ripen on the vine, we’re involved in a twice daily fight to the death with those devilish Tomato Horn Worms. I’ve started giving the tomatoes a caffeinated jolt, spraying with diluted coffee when the air is still. According to some discussion in an issue of Organic Gardening magazine, the coffee’s acidity makes the tomato leaves unpalatable to the marauding Horn Worms and there does seem to be some truth to the claim. Meanwhile you could almost make a twice daily trip to the garden and fatten your own gullet eating a meal of horn worms. If only they tasted like the very tomatoes they nefariously eat.

While it is still cool in the mornings, you can often catch Horn Worms while they are very groggy. That is where they climb to the tip of the tomato plant to catch some rays.
While the morning air is still cool you can easily bust the curled caterpillars trying to catch the sun’s first warm rays of the day while clamped firmly to the ends of the tomato branches. It’s there my nimble fingers navigate between the leaves to pull and finally pluck the caterpillar from its tomato buffet and firmly plant it in a bucket with its recently harvested brethren. Then again by sunset, Homestead Hottie and I tread through the garden once more searching for the “ones that got away”.

A bucket of Tomato Horn Worms freshly picked and destined to become fish food
Once my bucket is full and before the sun totally slips below the horizon line, I toss the day’s pickings out into the middle of the frog pond. That’s where, lying just below the still and stagnant water’s surface, a group of fish await the writhing tender green gooey morsels looking to fatten their bellies on my future meal. Standing alongside the reeds on the pond’s bank, I watch the Horn Worms disappear one by one into a boil of frenzied fish mouths. Once the last one disappears beneath the water’s surface, I understand why revenge truly is as sweet as some say it is.
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It’s that time of year when the skunks start coming out of the woodwork and interacting with the friendly wildlife we call pets living in our yards. T had a near heart attack the other night when she heard our dog going crazy outback and opened the door to the most pungent skunk spray smell ever. We’re pretty used to the odor coming from Flagstaff, AZ. We practically had a skunk wander by our bedroom window just about every night regardless of what house we were living in there.








It’s already coming up on mid-August but there is still plenty to do out in the yard. This week my Mammoth Sunflowers started blooming, so there is now an array of happy faces greeting us all around the back of the house. Many of them have reached 8 feet or taller and continue to grow even taller with each passing day.


