Ed was doing his daily patrol around the garden this morning, and found these - the source of all of our problems with the dogs. (Well, not all of them, just the nasty ones.) These are the dreaded processionary caterpillars. Much smaller than I thought, and quite hard to spot. There were 15 of them making their way to soft ground, ready to bury themselves and pupate into moths. Bit of 'gasolina' and a match - problem solved. Hopefully, that is the last of them.
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