Assasins All AAARGH

I came out at dawn to revel over the tiny tomatoes that were being produced despite the global warning, Hades-like temps that have rendered the landscape a seared mass of detritus. And YIKES, the tiny tomatoes had been denuded. The lush vines were sticks poking the gray sky. And on each stick was a thumb sized green tomato horn worm. I cut off the branches and dropped them into this bucket. Then I thought, do these become butterflies??? Have I killed soul images? Every solution seems be have consequences these carmageddon days.