I was at the Burrow garden tonight and discovered some chewed on cabbages. Just a little, and just on a few leaves--not enough to make me really worried, but I'd rather nip it in the bud.
The Problem Solver says I need to start looking for wee caterpillars and picking them off.
In other news, Moe does not get to go to the community garden again on nights when watering is going to take place. It seems his one moment of fame has gone to his head, and he now thinks ice-pick barking at the water hose is cute all the time.
Not so much.