The cicadas are singing their little cicada tunes
this time of year, shedding their exoskeletons
to leave a ghost body literally hanging onto
whatever they last rested on.
The bugginess has really arrived in the garden.
Other than a few early worms we have been quite lucky
until my husband found our first squash bugs mating
on his tomatillos. Unfortunately for one couple,
the honeymoon was cut short.
I will start my annual ritual of wrapping duct tape
around my hand, sticky side out, while inspecting
the underside of leaves for their eggs,
beautiful little gems from which emerge such
a horrible plague of squash sucking beasts.
Occasionally I miss a few and return to find
tiny juveniles clustered together. I quickly
push my duct taped hand to them so they are
literally glued to it, fold over the tape and squeeze.
My husband says Mama squash bugs warn their
children that they must be good or
the sticky handed lady that will visit.
This is the thing squash bug nightmares are made of.
The fight is on-
just as soon as a tomato begins to redden
something rips it off the vine, leaving only teeth marks
but not consuming the fruit. That's the frustrating thing.
It's one after the other after the other,
We have water in a ground level tub so it's not thirsty.
It obviously does not enjoy the tomato, why go for more?
Raccoon? The pretty Fox that walked by me?
We're not sure but my husband is on the warpath.
Then there is this sneaky little pest.
Poison ivy hiding among the weeds.
Luckily I pull that area with gloves
but I'll grab the trimmers this weekend and
cut this back as much as I can.
On the bright side, my hibiscus bloomed!
Magnificent! The bumbles are happy and
I am glad for another pop of color in August.