The grubs are slowly eating their way through our veggie garden. They are a force that seemingly cannot be stopped. They are the bane of Darcy’s existence. We spend time together everyday lovingly hand pulling them off each and every leaf. She gives each one a stern talking to before she squishes them, but always says ‘sowee little gwubby” before she does so. I asked her what she was feeling, and being ever the drama queen she is, the face fell and she feigned defeat: “There’s just too many gwubbys, mama. How will we ebber stop dem all! Eben if we was a octopus wid all dem arms we would nebber get dem all!!!”, followed by a dramatic sigh and a shake of her head. I’m sure she will win an Oscar one day.
Look at that little face. No wonder she has me wrapped around her little finger….