My deadly foe has struck again.  The bugs have returned.

It seems that they hanker, not for a super-secret lair of leaves and dirt, but of deceptively safe wicker.  That’s right, friends, they live in the baskets.

How do I know this for sure, you ask me?  Because this new plant, this lovely tree that I arranged artfully next to our front door, is FAKE.  These wretched, all-consuming insects have infested a FAKE plant in their effort to snack their way into my body and devour me from the inside.

Needless to say, more stomp-crushing ensued.

I am ever so sad that I will have to dispose of such an easy-to-maintain and pretty decoration.

Round two to you mother-in-law.  Don’t expect to catch me off my guard a third time.