Natural born gits more like

Another thrilling installment in the epic saga of our elderberry tree.
The blackfly are now everywhere, and the stupid ladybird larvae are still lounging around in their hessian sack, like soporific teenagers, smoking weed and listening to Morrissey.
I've stood underneath the tree shouting "Pupate, damn you, pupate!", but this seems to have no effect. Damn their little weevily exoskeletons.
See previous blog for explanation.