You’ll remember that with the drought last year, we had lots of grasshoppers? Well, with half of them being female, they laid lots of eggs. Just like in Laura Ingles Wilder’s book. And, this year, they hatched. Yep, we have lots of them, although not as bad as last year. They’re not bad enough to cause much damage but our little flock of baby ducks escape their fence every day and go grasshopper feasting. All the while, their irate mother quacks madly at them from the other side of the fence. They have a route; backyard, flower beds, lawn, then take a dip in our fishponds, eating water bugs, then go back in the pen, through the fence to “obey” Mom.
But grasshoppers aren’t the only bugs. We also got blister beetles two days ago. These inch long, dark charcoal, hard-shelled, flying beetles flew in, landed on our potatoes, and started eating the leaves. I looked at them on Saturday and they were fine. Will checked on Monday and they were already hard at work. While he and Charis continued hilling the potatoes, I rounded up the two cans of pyrethrin dust I still had from last year. But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. So, while they dusted, I drove to Virginia to buy some more. Boy, was that a chore. Evidently, others have been having them too. Two of our friends had reported them just a day or two ago. I drove from store to store, finally finding some. Back home, Will and I went out and dusted the remaining parts of those two long rows. Nasty beetles, anyway!