August 02, 2008
Summer of the Bagworm: In which one man wages a scorched-earth campaign to defend three measly trees.
That article made me nauseous. From the volume of pesticides the (former forester) dumped into the ecosystem defending those three trees, to talk of the bagworm itself.
I suppose the sensible thing would have been to take down the spruce and plant something less bagworm-friendly in their place. (But since when has personal obsession listened to sense?)
Well I thought it was a charming essay. Not really about the bagworms at all, but a nice portrait of one kid and his relationship with his dad.
Good story. Possible ExaggerationFilter.
I hate bagworms
*shudders*
and I hate malathion.
This is why every yard should be paved. No trees, no vegetation, no pesky insects.
Oh, also no mowing.
Our mayor stated that the citizens of Runnemede should keep their mowed front yards small and let their backyards grow WILD. We planted a Norwegian spruce, named Frig, in the front yard though. Bagworms? Nooo...
Haaaate bagworms. The trees that shaded the playground at my old daycare had bagworms, and the suckers would drop down onto you unexpectedly as you played. *shudder* My Paw Paw had them one summer. As I remember, he didn't spray anything, but wrapped the tree trunks in duct tape, sticky side out, and painted other tree trunks white? Or was this to defend against some other pest?
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