While in the process of making sloe gin I noticed a grub on one of the sloes. I quickly got hold of my MPE and watched its progress as it gorged itself into the sloe. What follows is a narrative sequence of 8 images.
1. Grub is looking for a suitable spot on the sloe in which to have his picnic.
2. The grub looks into the camera as if to say, 'this looks like a juicy spot.'
3. The grub starts to munch away the sloe.
4. As the grub starts tunnelling he carefully puts into a neat pile the juicy morels of the sloe to one side of the hole.
5. The hole is getting bigger and the stack of munched-up sloe is piling up. Good time to start another pile on the other side of the hole. This grub is clearly no slouch - and you thought grubs were untidy.
6. Grub is clearly making good progress and will soon vanish into the sloe.
7. Grub has disappeared into the sloe and is no doubt feasting himself.
8. Here's to you grub, you're not the only one who's going to be feasting himself. However, I'll have to wait until Christmas before the sloe gin is ready to drink.
