OUR MOUNTAIN GARDEN 



around the roots of the plant in search of 

 the destroyer. Often I discover it coiled 

 up, enjoying a pleasant siesta after its last 

 meal, and conveniently near to another nice 

 juicy stalk which it has saved for the next. 

 At other times I am too late, and the grub 

 has already moved on. When this is the 

 case, I water the plant, and others near it, 

 with a solution of soap and tobacco. This 

 discourages the grub and is good for the 

 plant. Whether the grub is really killed, 

 or merely goes away from that locality, I do 

 not know, but it never attacks the plants in 

 that vicinity again that summer. 



Hardly less trying are the tiny aphids, 

 green or black, which infest various kinds 

 of plants and trees, and breed with such as- 

 tonishing rapidity that they are almost im- 

 possible to exterminate. These little pests 



used to be eaten by the yellow warblers 

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