I think it was the hubris. I've taught enough Greek mythology to know that as soon as the mortals become proud of something, the gods are wont to throw a bolt in their direction. My bolt was the size of my thumb, green with red horns. An obese serpent in the garden. Yes, I confess, I was proud of my German heirloom tomatoes....all three of them. I confess, I photographed the eating of the first one and actually videotaped the eating of the second one.Was I going to cast the third one in a major feature film? No chance now. The giant green horn worm encircled the vine, opened its maw and chomped. Thank heavens for Luke. He identified it and shook it off the vine into the bucket of water. Am I truly organic if I kill critters? Yes,according to the sacred texts, I can dispatch without poisons and still keep my seat at the organic table.