The insect I know. It’s the larval form of a ladybug. But what is the spotted hard-shelled immobile creature?
What on earth is that miniature albino zucchini that’s attached to the body of the cute green caterpillar?
Here’s another view of it. Ignore my ragged cuticles and dirty, uncut fingernails.
We found lots of elm leaves that had these cancerous looking lesions. Are they eggs imbedded in the leaf?

It’s always this way with me. The kids find things that I can’t explain and can’t seem to find explanations for. And if I do spend time tracking down entymologists or researching in the library, by the time I come up with an answer, the question’s long been forgotten. I wish there was a book that had all the answers. I could jump up, grab the book, flip to the picture of the lesiony lump and say aha! it’s the this-or-that, and we’d all be that much wiser.
Another thing I wish is that I could find a printer that doesn’t drive me crazy. I hate printers. They never do what I want. It’s so aggravating to rush to the computer to print off a sheet of downloaded musical notation paper, or whatever musicians call those lines they compose music on, so that my young guitar player can jot down the song he’s just invented only to find that the printer is in a mood and won’t respond. I tried every thing I could think of to make it work as Tee slowly drifted off to another activity, and nothing I did made any difference, dratted thing, and then, without warning, several hours later it sprang to life and spat out the sheets. RRRRGH.









































