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Piglets without Poohs

Ode to Wild Wilburs

Four youngster piggies came into our yard
We saw them coming close and we tried real hard

To shoo them all away before they did their deed
But they toppled coffee trees with tremendous speed

With broom in hand, Ron ran, yelled and swung
We couldn't bear to shoot them, they were so young

They may have been piglets, but their noses dug well
enough to do damage, I'm writing here to tell

When the pigs get bigger, all bets are off
The oinkers will be braver, at us they will scoff 

So instead of just a broom, a .22's sting
Or a giant metal trap might be just the thing

Poor poor piggies, they're just trying to eat
Everybody wants them, to smoke their meat

A bounty's on their head, they're always on the run
When one yard gets to dicey, they find another one

Yes, the pigs returned with a vengeance tonight. They did topple one tree and were getting set to do what they do when we spotted them in the twilight.  Scat! Cute little buggahs.  Not for long, though. Da kine gonna grow biggah, fo'real!

I'm reading my textbooks for school and learning what a woefully poor fiction writer I am.  The beauty, however, is that I'm starting at the bottom, so the learning curve should be steep.  

$11.88 cents in recycling today!!  Oh, but it cost $75 to fill up the truck.  Cat food was on sale! The price of water at the reverse osmosis spigot rose from $1 for five gallons to $1.25.  Clearly, it was a mixed day when it came to financing my errands. 

I learned about leaf miners in Alaska.  My roommate Lisa showed me a leaf there as evidence of the destructive little critters.  They're like the pigs of the insect world.  Today, as I transplanted my tomatoes from small pots to larger ones, I spotted the tell-tale signs of leaf miner damage. That's what you see in the photo above.  I felt pretty damn smart, I must say.

Apparently, leaf miners live in both Alaska and Hawaii.  They've gone global!

These red leafed ti plants were some I planted as mere sticks, cut from a thick growth of them behind the water tank a year ago. 

A hui hou.  Aloha!



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