When I went out to look at the squash this morning, I found a catastrophe. The leaves were damaged. Eaten! Wilted. Nearing lifelessness. All but one of the plants is nearer to its maker than to producing those squash! What in the word is eating these squash leaves? Zapping its energy. Taking away the fruits of my labor before the fruits even materialize? This is just a big ol’ let down. It is. A big one.

Helen