The leaves of the fig tree in the front yard were looking eerily translucentâ¦ obviously of no value to Adam and Eve had they been created in the Romeo garden in North Manly (as opposed to Eden) and coerced by me mum (rather than the Serpent) to eat the fruit of the blood orange tree (in winter) or the mango tree (in a non-drought summer when the cockatoos would be feeding elsewhere, and the fruit could grow beyond the size of a plum without being gobbled) instead of an apple.
Closer inspection revealed that something had in fact been eating of the leaf of the fig treeâ¦ the creepy, crawly, caterpillar larvae of some insect or otherâ¦
Despite my instictive reaction of wanting to squish or spray the lot of them, I hold back; theyâll most likely feed the cockatoos. And if not, who knows what manner of insect they grow into? Itâd be a real pity if there were a multitude of these on the way, and I put an end to it all.