I have now killed, yes killed, two very hungry caterpillars and two vicious-looking tomato hornworms.
To be honest, the caterpillar murder was involuntary bugslaughter. I was trying to pluck them off my plants so I could just toss them over the fence. (Their chances of survival being somewhat increased.) Unfortunately, there was an accident that involved a slipping cinder block and a bit of cursing.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Now, there's still something eating my plants. At this point, I can take my pick. Between snails, slugs and earwigs, it's a wonder anything ever grows.
I tried to negotiate a peace treaty. I specifically planted extra sprouts for them to eat until their little bug hearts are content. In return, they were to stay away from my main garden. In a blatant violation of the Treaty of the Peas, they used my sacrificial plants an a mere appetizer, moving on to the main course of my garden.
So. They have to die. It's quite simple, really. The broke the treaty. They brought it on themselves.
There's a great gardening quote:
"In gardens, beauty is a by-product. The main business is sex and death." ~Sam Llewelyn
How right you are, Mr. Llewelyn. How right you are.
2 comments:
I don't toss them over the fence. I smash them with a brick.
No need to let the fuckers breed.
Seriously, it's the most humane way I've thought of to kill them; letting them live is not an option, if I can help it.
Sadly, I have a son who watched "A Bug's Life" and now things bugs are his friends.
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