I thought about digging up the rest of that goddamned crap-grass so I could plant perennials, but I was just too tired, so instead, I planted the rosemallow in its own, private mini-swamp.

Doesn’t look like much, but if it grows in that soggy, rich soil and full sun, it’ll be beautiful!

Oh…the picture I posted for Thursday of my baby tiger was actually from Friday (writing this Saturday). Less than three hours later, he was gone; victim of a paper wasp. I came along just as the wasp was finishing. Fuck. I was going to bring him inside once he’d pupated. Hopefully, another tiger girl will see the Miracle Tuliptree and deposit an egg or two. Poor little paterkiller. 🙁 The next Polistes I see is dead. I normally don’t kill them, but they owe me an insect life, and I’m going to collect!