Not to be

Last night I cut my beautiful cauliflower intending to introduce it to some cheese sauce this very weekend.

Alas, it was not to be. Within the perfect white crown of my cauli lived every kind of caterpillar known to man, plus several varieties of fly and several slugs. They had eaten, burrowed and generally munched my cauli into submission, leaving only the top to fool the idiot who thought she was going to eat it.

Nature has outsmarted me.

Destiny?

Phooey.