The most beautiful tree in Newburyport is sick.
Randy has diagnosed the problem as gypsy moths (over the phone, sight unseen) so Bill went out and bought the recommended chemical. He sprayed from above and below.
I will worship this chemical, buy its stock, send in my own video commercial, and basically marry it if it works. This tree is my baby (if my baby had roots, lived outside, and, well, was a tree).
I do not want to imagine the devastation we will feel if this does not kill the pestilence. For now, we are hopeful.
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