Sleuthing

I was in the lath house last week looking for work indoors since it was so hot outside, and Don, the head of the nursery, showed me a plant near the entrance. He brushed off the black droppings and showed me where the caterpillars were eating the lower leaves. Then we saw a fluffy white spider pouch wrapped up in another leaf. The spider must have eaten the caterpillar, he said, because the new leaves hadn't been touched at all. He's always good about pointing these things out.