When we got home from church, Henry and I gave the tomato plants the once-over, and found another hornworm. I asked Henry to retrieve my hornworm remover (old kitchen tongs — more like claws, really — thanks, Mom). I then noticed that some of the plums were looking less than wholesome, so I started searching. Guess what I found. Ugh — a huge, honkin' hornworm. I drowned the two green things (but later exhumed them from the water-filled pot and made up a little story about a caterpillar hunter). I was actually a little bummed about the big ugly guy: it would have metamorphosed into a hummingbird moth, and they are cool.