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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.


The Predator

The boys and I were chopping weeds in the swale when I heard a gasp from Joe. I thought it was a gasp of fear until I saw his excited little face.

“What is it buddy?”

Without a sound, he pointed to a rather large spider web with 4 or 5 mummified Japanese beetles just waiting to be eaten.

I smiled, happy to see that there was at least one natural predator of these destructive bugs.

I turned my head to continue chopping and dropping and came face to face with a black and yellow beast with 8 black and brown legs.

Now, I don’t want the boys to be scared of spiders, or anything else for that matter. I want to them to have a healthy dose of caution when facing any thing or situation, yes; but I don’t want them to run away screaming in terror.

So normally, I would remain calm and squash my fear, showing them that spiders are nothing to be afraid of–but this thing was seriously two inches from my nose.

So yes, I freaked out.


Yellow Garden Orb Weaver

After I had calmed down, Joe was looking at me like I was, well, crazy.

He walked over to me and patted me on the shoulder.

“It’s ok Mom. Spiders are good. They eat bugs.”

I smiled and gave him a hug.

“You are right, buddy. You are right.”

Then we went back to chopping and dropping…far away from the web of course.

My fear of spiders
Was put into perspective
By a 4 year old

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.


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


“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.”


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.


“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?”


“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.



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.”


“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.







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.


“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.