We've got a bad infestation this year . . . much worse than years previous. Really, the number is quite astounding. We set out a couple of pheromone traps this past week, and the bags filled up disconcertingly quickly. And I'll tell you what's nasty: the smell of thousands of dead beetles, cooking in 95 degree sunshine. What's even nastier is when the dog drags out a full trap and messes around in it. After mowing the grass yesterday evening, I found a pile of rotting beetle carcasses in the middle of the grass where we'd recovered the plastic bag housing the beetle bags. I suppose they'll create a nicely-fertilized spot of yard, but good heavens, do they stink.
Apparently, the traps do more to attract the damn things than they do to control them.
I tell you, Popillia japonica, Ixodes scapularis, and Diodia virginiana L. are arguments against a benevolent God.
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Oh, and the said canine found the bag again that was over the fence. I am thinking we might need a new plan for that until Thursday morning when the trash comes.
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