A new flower bloom, perhaps.
Or a strange bug.
Maybe a giant fire ant mound.
Could be a water leak, a broken fence panel, or some other problem he'll have to deal with.
But, this time, what I wanted to show him was this:
Isn't that interesting?
Can you imagine the hours it took to weave all those little pieces together in a beautiful cone shape, hanging delicately from a stem?
We looked it up. It's the cocoon of a bagworm.
I don't need any bagworms in my garden.
So, I ripped it down and smashed it. I felt guilty. As if I were destroying the Mona Lisa, or the Eiffel Tower, or some other masterpiece.
Sorry, worm. Unfortunately, your amazing architecture is not wanted here.