He really needs to get his act together and dig in.
I call him a "he," but I really don't know for sure what "he" is. My mom would say to look really closely at his head.
"Do you see a bow?" she would ask.
"No, I don't," I'd say.
Then he's a boy.
I've seen him so many times now that I've decided he's deserving of a name. Pete? Fred? Hmmmm....I think I'll call him "Albert."
OK, get to work Albert. Get gardening!