Despite my determination to remain zen and relaxed in regard to the garden this year, I recently found myself experiencing fury and rage. Fury! Rage!
What could drive such emotion, you ask?
The return of my arch gardening nemesis, of course.
I discovered a handful of adults doing the nasty on my yellow zucchini this week, and, it sent me into a tailspin, for sure. I was immediately reminded of several years ago, when the rat bastards decimated my entire pumpkin, butternut squash, and zucchini harvest while I was on vacation at the happiest place on earth (side note: Disney, I miss you! Call me!), enjoying my family with not an inkling of the destruction happening in my own backyard.
Needless to say, I am not playing nice this go-around; those assholes will DIE.
Since I am determined to raise my vegetables in the most organic way possible, my assault on the fuckers has consisted of spraying the plant with a healthy dose of Neem oil while routinely conducting ninja-style snatch-and-squish attacks wherein I grab every adult I can find and crush them between my fingers, grinding them into a mealy pulp (WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGERY).
So far, my method seems to be working; I haven't seen a single egg, nymph, or adult in the past 48 hours. I am optimistic but guarded, which means zen may be off the table for now. Or, maybe not. The garden does still bring me peace, well, as much peace as a bug-squisher can find, anyway.
The garden two weeks ago
The garden yesterday
My weapon of choice in the battle of the squash bugs
Birdbath...because no one likes a dirty bird
"Volunteer" sunflowers growing in, and around, my granddad's old wheelbarrow
Scene of the crime...yellow zucchini
Birdhouses and rusty vintage items are garden favorites
Barefoot gardening; it doesn't get much more zen
The fruits (vegetables) of my labors