I haven’t had one home-grown tomato all summer. My favorite food, my one true love. I could eat tomatoes every day…forever. Two summers ago, I made a valiant attempt to grow my own, despite the shade of our backyard and absolutely no clue how to grow anything. I failed. Miserably. And I haven’t tried again, because I had a most scarring, traumatic tomato experience.
Yeah, pals. Disgusting. This is a tomato horn worm, and these little fucks sit on your tomato plants, lookin’ all villianous, eatin’ your hard-earned produce. Sure, you can just pick ’em off and stomp the buggers, but seriously? I. Do. Not. Touch. Worms.
Don’t worry, it gets sicker. Sometimes, mother nature steps in and sends in her own worm killers — and this — this is truly horrible. My horn worms had tiny egg-shaped objects all over their backs. Uhhh, yeah. Not part of the worm. These miniscule white things are pupal cocoons of the Braconid Wasp, a parasite of Horn Worms.
And this is why I cannot bring myself to ever again try to grow my own sweet tomatoes. That being said, if you have extras, do feel free to share. Tomorrow?