“Hey, stick! Keep your sticks to yourself! …oh … well, your jaws to yourself! You eat all the green leaves, but you leave the sticks. So weird. I get it… a walking stick eating sticks – that’s a kind of cannibalism…”
Everyone likes sticky insects – walking sticks
Me too, but I think it would be a better idea if they were carnivorous, eating snails. If I were the Creator, I would have arranged it this way. I’d like sticks that eat snails. There’s an infinite supply of those, so it would be very practical too. Too bad God doesn’t seem to have that much sense of humor…
Walking sticks, snails and marigolds
I once planted marigolds in the vegetable garden, with the result that the entire vegetable garden is full of those cozy orange flowers. They say they keep bugs away, but I don’t know if that’s true. Snails think it’s a nice house. They don’t eat them, but they do hold their family reunions there.
Now these are Portuguese snails. If they do manage to get big (especially here!) they’ll grow to be about the size of the nail of your pinky.
They do like big families, so you see an incredible amount of baby snails, sometimes the size of a pinhead. The chickens like them. They eat those little ones with all they’ve got. Good for their eggs.
I haven’t seen any other animals sitting on those marigolds yet, except for this stick
It wasn’t red-handed, but it’s very suspicious if there’s a walking stick on the branches of the Spanish daisies – right next to the almost-completely-eaten marigold. It wasn’t easy, for the marigold, I mean; I ripped it out of the vegetable garden and transplanted it in front of the office.
That’s not a place for easy-going plants anyway.
The ground has settled in for hundreds of years, and was loosened years ago by my brave brother. He hacked into that piece of land for a week, with the result that carnations, lathyrus, roses and lavender could grow.
Then all that hard work was negated by the Soure Municipality’s crew, all of whom are apparently visually impaired. Despite my warnings not to mow that part behind the old trunks we put there on purpose to protect the flowers – after their visit, only a completely confused lavender and a small carnation remained standing.
Fortunately, the lathyrus had already climbed the fence
They did recognize the Spanish daisies as a flowering plant, but everything else was turned upside down. First the mowing crew and then some sticky insect. The walking stick.