So I came home from the shore and found this. Remember my beautiful rose garden in June? Well it's no longer anything like what the photos captured. I couldn't bring up the courage to attempt to take any photos of the left over battleground. I felt like a parent coming home from vacation to find that my teenagers had hosted an all welcome college drunken orgy and had trashed the house. It was a disaster. I ran in there with my sprays, clippers, bible and sheers clipping, spraying, exorcizing, yelling and hacking away at the mangled rose buds and devil like creatures. Now I never kill anything. I'm a hippie at heart and respect the earth and it's creatures but these invaders laughed in my face as they continued on with their behavior as I flicked each one off the roses with my fingers.
Today, sadly, I hacked down the rest of the roses and sprayed everything with Seven, hoping by the time the buds reappear these delinquent pests will be long gone.