Yesterday I spotted this lone bagworm attached to the side of a house. It brought back memories of when we lived on Cherry Street in Springfield and our shrubs were being eaten alive by bagworms. We paid Robin and Jeff to pluck them off. As I recall, the going rate was five cents each.
Neither sibling found the job to their liking. We haven’t heard the last of it yet. I told them that when I was a kid I had the same chore at our house and didn’t get paid at all. They didn’t care about my stories of the old days.
I sent Jeff this picture last night and told him he missed one. He said for $100 he’d pluck it. Inflation is a terrible thing. For that matter, so is a smart alec.
If the picture prompts a poem or two, have at it.