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Operation Japanese Beetle Eradication #2

Operation Japanese Beetle Eradication (JBE)
Date: June 26, 2017

Subject of Study:
Japanese beetles aka Revolting Beasts

Entomoligists:
– Joseph the Bug Hunter (JBH)
– Jacob the Bug Whacker (JBW)
– Melissa (Mom)

Report on 1st Experiment:
The beetles in the bug house are not as destructive as we predicted. It is possible that we have disturbed their behavior patterns by taking them out of their natural environment.

But I suspect something more diabolical.

They are up to something. I just know it.

New Observations:
– With high winds in the early afternoon, subjects behaved as they do in early morning and twilight hours. They were hanging on tight to their green victims, but they did not flee when approached.
– They are moving onto the blackberry leaves in force. I find more congregating there everyday.
– There are no Japanese beetles on the blanket of mint growing on the vineyard floor. Is the scent too strong?

They are increasing in number and becoming more destructive by the day. We must figure out how to stop them before it’s too late.

Experiment #2:
In further studying natural methods of disposing of the revolting beasts, we have decided to strategically place containers of drowned beetles around the perimeter of the most attacked areas of the homestead.

Other beetle battlers have reported success with this method. Apparently, the smell of rotting beetle bodies deters others from coming into the area of destruction.

Results pending. (I’ll believe it when I see it.)

Operation Japanese Beetle Eradication #1

Operation Japanese Beetle Eradication (JBE)
Date: June 23, 2017

Entomoligists:
– Joseph
– Jacob
– Melissa

Subject of Study:
Japanese beetles aka Revolting Beasts

Appearance:
– Six legs
– Oval in shape, 1/3-1/2 inches
– Metallic green with coppery brown leaf covers
– Five patches of white hair on each side of the abdomen and 1 patch on the lower abdomen

Life cycle and Known Facts:
– Egg, grub, and adult stages.
– From early June to late July they emerge from the soil as pupa, become fully grown adults and begin their attack.
– They have an 8 week lifecycle during which they are laying eggs every day.
– The females live for a couple of weeks feeding on trees, shrubs and roses in the morning.
– They hide during mid-day and return to the desecrated plants in the afternoon.
– At this time, they carry out their true objective: they lay more eggs.
– They leave their scent on the leaves they eat as if to tell their cronies “this is a good spot”.

Observations:
– The beetles seem to be sleeping during twilight and the early morning hours.
– Cool rainy weather makes them lazy and depressed.
– In extreme winds, they have a tighter grip on the leaves they are desecrating.
– They are beginning to go after the early fruit as well as the bright green leaves.
– They love roses and are VERY fond of hardy kiwi and grape leaves.
– They are starting to attack blackberry, seaberry, aronia, cherry, blueberry and raspberry leaves.
– They seem to enjoy healthy plants as they are leaving the unhealthy ones alone.

Experiment #1:
– I caught four of the fiends and put them in my son’s bug house for observation.
– In this first experiment, we will make note of how long it takes 4 beetles to devour a leaf.

Results pending.

Trampoline Lessons

Joe found a beetle today while we were woodchipping the garden.

It was huge.

It was shiny.

It was making a weird noise…a cross between a hiss and a squeak.

Joe and Jake both thought it was cool.

I thought it was creepy and wanted to feed it to the chicks.

“I wonder what it eats,” said Joe as he put it in his bug house.

“We found it in the wood pile so let’s put some wood in,” said Jake.

I watched them work together, putting wood chips, grass and dirt in.

“What kind of beetle do you think it is?” I asked them.

They didn’t have any guesses, so Joe and I went inside to get a few bug books. The boys both wanted to “do research” on the trampoline so we climbed on with the books and the bug house and started looking for a match.

The beetle was hard to see, so of course Joe needed to take it out.

I tried nonchalantly scoot away when it crawled its way toward me making its weird hiss/squeak.

We looked through all of the insect books and came to the conclusion that Joe had found a female stag beetle.

“Are you sure it’s a stag beetle?” I asked Joe.

“Yep. See, it has the same spikeys on its legs.”

He turned it upside down and touched its back leg causing another hiss/squeak fit.

I tried to get the crazy sound on video, but it would not cooperate so I found a YouTube video of a stag beetle making the same sound.

The boys played with it for a little while longer while I watched on.

When they got bored with it, they put it back in the bug house and put the bug house on the picnic table.

I gathered up the books and told them I was going to go inside and fix dinner.

“Ok, could you take the bughouse in with you? I want to keep an eye on the beetle.”

Gulp.

Bugs in the garden
Learning on the trampoline
Beetles in the house

The Bug House

Every day Joe finds a caterpillar or worm to add to the bug house.

The tiny space is almost at full capacity and soon, we will have to build on an addition to make more room.

“I have to put them in here because they won’t survive the winter.”

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But, don’t they? Don’t they find some way to survive the Winter, at least as eggs or larvae, to be born again in the Spring?

Of course they do! But…how?

We were both curious, so we googled it and looked it up in our bug books.

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And guess what? Bugs don’t just survive the winter as eggs or larvae.

Some, like the Monarch butterfly, migrate to avoid the cold.

Others, like the ladybug, hibernate. They stack themselves up on logs and under rocks, sharing heat and creating a buffer against the wind. How cool is that!?

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Grasshoppers bury their eggs under the soil to protect them from the cold.

Still others, like Japanese beetles and water insects, survive winter as grubs or larvae, under the surface of the ground or underwater.

So this winter, the bug hunters will be active. We will look for ladybug towers and search for beehives. And in the Spring we’ll be digging up those Japanese beetle grubs and feeding them to the chickens.

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Milkweeds

Milkweeds.

Monarch butterflies love them.

Milkweed bugs eat them.

We have an abundance of them.

One would think that we’d have an abundance of monarch butterflies too…but I’ve only seen a few of the beauties this year.

When I found a small colony of black and red beetles all over my milkweeds I thought I’d discovered the reason for the lack of monarchs on the homestead.

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I was angry.

How dare they?

But…rather than drowning them in dishwater, an act normally saved for Japanese Beetles and squash bugs…I decided to figure out what they were, why they were there and whether they were harmful.

No jumping to conclusions for this permaculture gal.

Observe before destroying interacting.

Little yellow eggs were on the plants. The underside of a leaf, the side of a pod, the stem. Pretty much everywhere they could attach.

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The bugs were all over the plants, which meant the boys were in bug heaven.

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After reading a few bug blogs, I didn’t really find much about these beetles.

They are “true” bugs.

They feed on milkweed.

Adults can fly.

They are relatively safe from predators due to the poisonous sap in the milkweed–their main meal.

This sap is also food for the monarch caterpillar.

If these milkweed bugs are everywhere and are eating all the sap from the milkweeds, the monarchs will go to someone else’s garden.

A garden where milkweed bugs aren’t a problem.

And that is a problem.

They may be pretty
They may be small
But I’ll not have them
I’ll banish them all

Bloggy McBlogs-alot

Blog post number 603.

In just under 3 years, I’ve written 603 posts on gardening, homesteading, cooking, chickens, bug hunters, mice, writing, homeschooling and a pinch of everything in life.

I’m still learning.

Learning how to write a blog post that will appeal to multiple audiences.

Learning how to take the criticism–both constructive (which really helps me get better) and destructive (which really doesn’t help me. At all.).

Learning how to grow as a writer…as a homesteader…as a human.

I’m having fun.

I’m feeling a sense of accomplishment…a sense of pride at my stick-to-it attitude.

I’m writing!

I had traveled so far away from my original dream. The dream I’ve had since I was a kid. The dream to write.

But, my journey through life has given me fodder for the stories I share.

I’ve wandered back to writing.

I’ve walked back to my dream.

I’m telling my story one post at a time.

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Joe the Bug Hunter: Beetle Battles

Joe stood staring at the remains of his mom’s 3-year-old apple tree. The leaves, if you could call them that, had been stripped of all but the stems. They were little more than an outline, a brown ghost leaf.

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The hardy kiwi had suffered a similar fate, and almost every berry bush in the hedge had been brutally attacked.

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“They’re back,”  Joe said to his little brother Jake.

“What’s back?”

Joe pulled a small black beetle from one of the damaged leaves. He held it between his thumb and forefinger for an instant and then squished it with a savage smirk.

Japanese beetles. They’re back.”

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Last year, Joe had convinced his mom to plant a few borage bushes. He’d read that the beetles fed on the dusky leaves and purple flowers rather than other food producing plants.

It worked.

The beetle damage to all other plants was minimal and the borage seemed to hold its own against the constant assault.

That was last year.

Apparently, this year’s crop found kiwi and apple leaves more to their taste.

“What are we going to do Joe?”

Joe walked into the house with a determined look in his eyes.

First, he filled a small bucket with warm, soapy water.

Then, he pulled out two sets of tweezers and two red plastic tubes.

“Follow my lead,” he said handing a set of tweezers and a plastic tube Jake.

They hit the kitchen garden first.

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“First, use the tweezers to knock the beetles off into the plastic tube.”

“Wait, wasn’t this what our M&Ms came in?” Jake asked looking closely at the tube.

“Focus Jake!”

“Sorry. Ok, then what?”

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“Once the tube is full, dump the beetles into this bucket of soapy water.”

“Can they swim?”

Joe looked long and hard at his brother before answering.

“No. They can’t swim.”

Jake gulped.

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The boys spent the better part of the afternoon quietly drowning beetles. As the sun set, Joe decided it was time to stop for the day.

Hot and thirsty, Jake started toward the house.

“Hold on. We aren’t quite done yet.”

Jake walked back to where his brother stood holding the bucket of drowned beetles.

“Now what?”

Joe smiled and headed for the chicken coop.

“The girls are getting a treat tonight!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jake the Bug Hunter: The Bee Mosquito

Joe ran into the house, whiffle bat in hand. He took his new role as the bug whacker very seriously

“Bee mosquitos! They’re in the kitchen garden!”

“Slow down Joe,” his mom said patiently. “What is a bee mosquito?”

Jake trudged in after Joe, a worried expression on his face.

“I trapped it in the bug gun.”

He held up the observation attachment on the bug gun. Joe, reminding himself that the scary insect couldn’t get out and took a closer look at the new bug that had him fleeing the garden in, not unreasonable, fear.

Jake quickly transferred it to the observation container (the bug house) and dropped in a few parsley leaves, as that is where they had spotted it.

Joe’s mom took a closer look and smiled.

“It’s only a fly, boys.”

Not convinced, Joe and Jake took a step toward the trapped bug. They both sighed in exasperation. It definitely wasn’t a fly they had seen out in the garden, at least not a common housefly.

“No. That’s not the bug I saw.”

“Me neither,” said Jake.

“I’ll show you.”

Joe sat down at the computer and typed in the characteristics of the bug he had seen flying around perched atop the parsley. Soon, he and Jake were marveling at the number of results that came up.

They looked at all of the pictures, commenting on the bugs they’d seen out in the wild and exclaiming over the ones they had yet to encounter.

After what seemed like hours of research, Joe finally found the bug he was looking for.

“There! That’s what we saw.”

Their mom peered closely at the picture. It’s true, she’d never seen a bug quite like this before and it did look rather scary.

 

A few more clicks and they found a website dedicated to beneficial bugs, like the tachnid fly.

“They are beneficials!” Jake exclaimed.

Joe read on.

“They eat cutworms and cabbage loopers.”

“And gypsy moth larvae,” added Jake, seeing a picture.

“We definitely could use their help in the back garden,” their mom said.

“Let’s see,” said Joe. “It says here they are attracted by flowers and herbs. Dill is listed at the top.”

Jake looked out at the kitchen garden, smiling in delight.

“We have plenty of dill to attract them, that’s for sure.”

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“And the parsley is popping up too,” Joe added.

Joe felt a little silly at his reaction to the harmless fly.

Sensing his embarrassment, Jake patted him on the back.

“I was scared too, Joe.”

With renewed determination, the boys went outside and started their search for more beneficial bugs.

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Joe the Bug Hunter: The Bug Whacker

It all started with the unfortunate wasp incident.

Joe had been hunting mosquitos when Jake stepped on a wasp.

The wasp, mistaking the villain for Joe, promptly stung him on the arm causing extreme pain, followed by tears and bandaids.

Joe, surprisingly, had never been stung before. Sure, he’d had other injuries, but never one this painful and traumatizing.

After his mom cleaned, treated and bandaged the wound, Joe sat at the table, refusing to hunt bugs for the rest of the day.

The next morning, he woke up feeling a little better and decided to take Jake on a hunt for blackbirds.

Although not a member of the insect family, blackbirds were known to hunt and eat wasps on occasion.

After hunting for half the morning with no luck, Joe decided to look for frogs instead.

It was unlucky that, while looking in the strawberry bed, they encountered a damselfly which, if looked at sideways or by a person who had recently been stung, bears a striking resemblance to a wasp.

Joe was terrified.

Jake tried to reassure him.

“Look Joe,” he said pointing to a picture of a bug in the bug guide Joe had given him to study. “It’s not a wasp, it’s a damselfly.”

“No, it’s a wasp! It’s going to sting me!” Joe screeched.

Jake read a little be more about the damselfly.

“No, it only looks like a wasp. It says here that they eat mosquitos and gnats. They are good to have around.”

Joe didn’t believe him. He looked closer, convinced it was a wasp. He backed away and bumped into a plastic bat from a t-ball set they had gotten for Easter.

With a wild and terrified glint in his eyes, Joe picked up the bat and whacked the poor damselfly over and over again until Jake wrestled the bat from his grip and assured him that the bug was dead.

“Joe,” he began quietly. “Look at the picture, it really is a damselfly.”

Breathing heavily, Joe took the bug guide from his little trainee’s hands.

He felt like a fool. It had been a damselfly and they were great to have around. Not only did they eat mosquitos, they ate gnats and aphids as well.

Joe sat down on the steps, feeling embarrassed.

Jake felt bad for his brother. He had learned so much over the past month and he was afraid this experience would turn Joe away from bug hunting.

“You can’t let this ruin bug hunting for you. You’ll move past it once you’ve had some time.”

Joe looked at his apprentice who was now almost just as good a bug hunter as he himself was. Or, as he had been.

“Joe, you are still a good hunter. This was just a fluke.”

“No. No, it was a sign that I should retire,” he said, hanging his head in shame.

Jake sat quietly and put his arm around Joe. There was nothing left to say.

Gripping the bat, Joe suddenly had an idea. He had taught Jake all he knew. He looked down at the discarded bug gun, picked it up and handed it to his trainee.

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“Jake, today you are graduating to full-time bug hunter.”

“What? No, no I’m not ready. I’m not as good as you are yet.”

Yes, you are. You are just as good, if not better a bug hunter than I am.”

Even though Jake felt bad for his brother, what he had said made his chest swell with pride. Maybe he didn’t have as much experience as Joe had, but it made him feel wonderful that Joe thought he was just as good.

“But what will you do? Will you still hunt?”

Joe twirled the bat and thought about Jake’s question for a few minutes.

“No. At least, not until I get over this fear and put the wasp incident behind me.”

Jake looked at Joe sadly and wondered what he would do should he have a similar experience with a wasp.

As if reading his mind, Joe smiled.

“Don’t worry buddy, I’ll still go with you on your hunts and help you identify bugs.” He stood, holding the bat high. “If you’re the Bug Hunter, then I’ll be the Bug Wacker. I’ll protect you from any harm.”

And with that, Jake graduated from apprentice, to master.

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