It May Look Like a Walnut
Hayley tended to her farm tirelessly and dedicated her life to her crops, the soil, equipment, livestock, even the hand-sewn-and-stuffed scarecrows; she gave up on a family when she realized how dire the circumstances were for the land that had been in her family for six generations. Her work, however, would be in vain when nearly everything on the 120-acre plot would die within a year after Hayley discovered a new species of weevil with remarkable resilience to pesticides and a devastating appetite. She had to sell her livestock and most of her equipment to fund her own research and experiments on the few straggling crops, sacrificing almost everything to find a natural, effective spray to kill the blight. She was unable to brew a cocktail that stood a chance against the pests, but her single-minded determination left other chores unattended, such as dealing with nests of yellow jackets which she discovered feasted on the hordes of weevils with ravenous delight.