Unbelievable! I stared at the stick of a plant both my eggplant and pepper had become. What in the world is making a night time meal of their leaves? I am completely baffled as I search in vain to catch the culprit. It does not seem to be the roaming possum or even the occasional visiting squirrel, and I know for certain there are no rabbits in our neighborhood. The only evidence are little circular chomp bites, but can something that small have such a veracious appetite? Is it a worm, a grasshopper or some invisible insect, completely dressed in camouflage? I feel robbed of my summer produce, even though it appears to have left the vegetable itself for me to have. Outta words, I decide to pluck up the remnants later . . . I usually have something to say. Most times, I have find it necessary to speak, to comment, to intervene, to say something. But not now, I am as naked as my leafless plants. I'm outta words. ...