Grasshoppers

If I could tell you one thing about my garden, it is this: the grasshoppers are really bad here in Craig.

NOTE: there is no attached cute picture of a grasshopper. If there were, it would be of a flat grasshopper with its guts spilling out, right after I stomped on it or one hapless individual caught between the lethal paws of Charles the-cat-who-still-bites and who loves the crunch of fresh grasshopper.
So, no picture.

This is the other thing I will tell you: This year, the leaves of my sole green zucchini plant, in contrast to last years overabundant and prize winning, crop of lovely, slender zucchini, is being slowly, painfully eaten to a lacy web of desiccated leaves. It makes me very sad.

The bright yellow flowers are putting up a valiant struggle