These Boots are Made for Walking/Nancy Sinatra

I don’t know what made me think of this song this morning. Maybe it’s because I discovered my mugho pine being devoured by hordes of European pine sawflies. They eat their way up the branches but drop off and lay eggs before the new needles at the tips emerge, so what you end up with is a pine with a poodle cut. I guess, looking at my skeletal pine and imagining it with a perma-poodle-do, I felt like crushing all those worms underfoot.