This thing was 6 inches long. WTF? There was nothing to be done about it but kill it. It was too big to squash, not that I’d feel bad about it, but I didn’t want to “feel” it at all. It’s a texture thing like frozen strawberries in ice cream or water chestnuts. Not exactly a Game of Thrones style execution (goodbye Little Finger), I put it out in the street. My thought was that it: A. Could feed a hawk, B. Would be unable to navigate to greener climes, C. Would get squashed, possibly by me but I would be unaware of it. In any event, the list of my garden adversaries continues to grow.
(At first I thought, oh god, another invasive species, but in fact, this is a native species…ugh)