The weevil is a persistent mindless digger. It is a traveler
looking for a soft resting place before it bores into its young host. It feeds.
It probes the tender unformed flower bud with its huge snout, gouging scars
where other weevils are born. The young plant so healthy, so longing for life,
beginning to bloom, and becoming a fully formed beauty is stunted at best. The flower is consumed and killed most often. It becomes fodder for the weevil world.
Where once this living being colored the landscape with vivid green, it has become a sickly
grey shadow in this overused wasteland, seething with voracious weevil children. The weevil lives to consume and destroy. It can't help itself.
