Now the LORD God appointed a plant and made it come up over Jonah, that it might be a shade over his head, to save him from his discomfort. So Jonah was exceedingly glad because of the plant. But when dawn came up the next day, God appointed a worm that attacked the plant, so that it withered. When the sun rose, God appointed a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on the head of Jonah so that he was faint. And he asked that he might die and said, “It is better for me to die than to live.” But God said to Jonah, “Do you do well to be angry for the plant?” And he said, “Yes, I do well to be angry, angry enough to die.”
And everyone said Amen.
Because what is the point of life when there are CUTWORMS!
How is it possible that any good or order exists in the universe when your yellow hungarian wax plants look like THIS:
My moment of heresy has passed––and aluminum foil collars have been applied to the survivors of the horticultural holocaust.
It's still a tragedy, though, is it not?