Years ago it was moths on a double garage I passed unseeingly on my morning walk. Today it was cotton plants growing in the front garden belonging to a lady long known to me whom I stopped to chat with, noticing a wooden box filled with cotton bolls which she and her partner had picked earlier this year from shrubs they planted four years ago. The shrubs had just been cut back, but I was told that when fruiting they grow well over a metre tall and fill out, so that it is a puzzle why I had never noticed their fluffy white presence. A bonus is that when in full leaf the shrubs are infested by jewel-like harlequin bugs. This post amounts to a timely and welcome corrective to my claim of looking out for the overlooked.