Seven at One Blow

When the Japanese beetles come to my garden in the summer, I don't bother with pesticides. I just pick them off and squish them with my fingers. Yesterday I was doing this crunchy and enjoyable chore when I came across a rosebud covered with the evil vermin, like this one. I grabbed them all into my hand and crushed them. Then I opened my hand and counted: SEVEN.

Jack the Tailor has nothing on me.