I did some looking on the internet and found that indeed the white grub was the svb the holes left by the other worm is alike to the svb but the worms are very different they are much smaller much thinner and have the leg structure of a centipede and are very quick I wonder if they are a kinda centipede that eats the sawdust the svb leave are something like that bc it wasn't till the plants really started looking bad that I looked for a reason so its possible that the svbs had come and gone and these things were just feeding on the mush left behind (yes it's true at first I was just glad to see them slow down production it was getting to be hard work finding a someone to take them home but then the foliage started turning all yellow and and brown)

Hi Linda, so good to see you back. Hopefully you will be the first of many to return. I miss so many of the "old gang" even though I enjoy all the new folk that have joined the forum.

Like ssommerville, I don't think I've ever gotten anything but very appreciative comments from any man I've cooked for. Women who don't cook themselves are often another story. They pay back-handed compliments like, "Gosh, I can't believe how much time and effort this entailed. Do you cook like this every day?" From the (slightly patronizing) tone of their voices and the (wide-eyed, innocent) look on their faces, it's so easy to tell what they're really thinking... that I must be an airhead, with too much free time on my hands and too few meaningful skills. Sorta like a kid who takes vocational classes instead of AP college courses. Sure, it's aggravating, but who gets the last laugh? Okay, true story. Last time this happened to me was at a Super Bowl party. A woman I know very casually thought she'd put me down so cleverly with a comment like that that I wasn't even aware of the slam. I just smiled and thanked her for the compliment, because she was the one who was clueless. What she didn't know was that her son had just picked at the Christmas dinner she'd arranged (at untold expense) through the caterer. Then he'd rushed over to my house to pig out on home cookin'. He called and begged for an invitation. I swore a blood oath never to tell. :) So why get mad at the woman for her ignorance? All I felt for her was pity. Imo, these silly people need to conduct a survey of their children/grandchildren. Assuming they got honest answers, I think they'd be absolutely shocked at how much it means to a kid to grow up in a home where family dinners are important, where holiday meals are a very big deal, where food traditions are treasured and preserved. For those of you with young families, I'll just share my experience after a lifetime of spending 'too much time' in the kitchen. First, my grown children still come home. A lot. I'm sure that my personality and charm and sparkling wit are all big draws. :) But it doesn't hurt that they know they'll get a delicious meal thrown into the bargain when they visit. Secondly, it has been an unexpected joy that their friends still stay in touch. Somehow this food thing has forged a strong bond. I hear other parents comment sadly that they never see the kids their children grew up with anymore. Funny, 3 of them were at my house for dinner last Sunday night. We had the most wonderful time eating chicken enchiladas and drinking Coronas and reminiscing about 'the good old days' -- which, in this case, went back to when they were in pre-school. When they buy their first home and I ask what they'd like for a house-warming gift, they invariably say all they want is a copy of our family cookbook. When they get married, they invariably ask me to teach their new brides to make a favorite dish. When their first child is about to be christened, they call and ask if it would be just tooo much trouble to make (whatever) for the party. It's just incredibly flattering to still feel like I'm an important part of their lives long after they no longer need me to drive them to soccer practice... The third thing is -- and, hey, it may not be pretty, but it has to be said -- I make their in-laws all look sick. lol Now, I'm all about sharing. But, seriously, can I be blamed if everybody is working hard to figure out how to spend most of the holidays at my house?? :)) Last, but definitely not least, my kids turned out to be darned good cooks and gracious hosts. Since they were all boys, I didn't make a huge effort to teach them to cook. (Sexist, I know...) But they just absorbed so much. Most importantly, they developed an appreciation of homemade and a loathing of 'fast food', so cooking for themselves later on seemed more of a pleasure than a burden. And since their friends always gravitated to our house for dinner, they're totally comfortable in the role of host. So if anybody denigrates your efforts, just write them off as an idiot and move on. Stepping down off my soapbox now...... sm

so glad the kids are stepping up! make sure you tag the stuff the buyers want...think of the time with your friend as a "re-nesting" time... be sure to discuss some sort of living plan...for instance mom thought she was doing a pal a favor by doing laundry together, but her pal had a certain way of doing things and it was a sort of a big deal...actually it was for the best as they would have had a difficult time if she'd moved in full time... mother ended up buying a mobile home from a family friend...not a bad thing in hot and dry las vegas! she really loved it and had house guests often (it was 2 br double wide) it was the first house she'd ever had...we were apt dwellers while i was growing up... remember the old addage..one day at a time...it really works!