I was going to write a profound post on journalism – and then I made the mistake of getting out into the garden to do some weeding first.
I have an infestation of tent caterpillars! I have decided that I really, truly hate tent caterpillars. The experience I have had for the past hour is the sort that makes me want to give up gardening entirely and just stick to buying at the local farmer’s market.
My raspberries are covered in tent caterpillars. No, I don’t mean a dozen or two – I mean crawling with them. At first I put on gardening gloves and picked them off the leaves two or three at a time, flinging them far out in the gravel drive. After 15 minutes of this, I could see this was futile: there were armies of them – hordes! I got out the biodegradable detergent and filled a watering can with soapy water. I poured it all over the canes. Then I got out Safer’s Rotenone and poofed the dust all over them. Will it do any good? I have no idea. I’ve done the best I can.
I went on to weed the strawberries, picking off tent caterpillars as I went – not so many here but enough. Then I walked along the fence and crushed them as they crawled up and down the fence. Then I stomped on the ones I had tossed on the drive – many, many of them. By they way, they’re green and mushy inside.
Finally, with everything weeded, I shook out my hoodie, washed my hands and then scratched and scraped all over because I had this creepy-crawly sensation of caterpillars all over me.
As I said at the top – yech!
On a brighter note, my peas are growing really well and the potatoes are up! Yeah! Everything seems to be growing. I’ll toss more lettuce seeds around on Sunday or Monday. But, in the meantime, I’m going to erase the thoughts of gardening from my brain – it’s just way to creepy right now.