We are stealing (borrowing until further notice) apples & walnuts from each other’s yard. Shaken by the wind (fallen) apples & walnuts. We just need a peephole and with our tongue we tickle the delicious codling moth larvae that willingly comes out from the fruits, surrender. But we don’t stick our tongues inside walnuts, am sure you understand why, but anyway: three words - navel orangeworm larvae = crescent-shaped markings Oh! . . . and never stare at a navel orangeworm and shhh . . . .