We all know that ear wigs are nasty bugs. NASTY bugs. Nasty should be Capitalized, italicized and underlined. I wonder if they really do go into one’s ears?
I live in the high mountains in a desert and although there are lots of creepy crawlers here, such as lots of ants, this is, at least compared to the east, a relatively bug-less place…
That is until the rain came about three weeks ago...
After a week of drenching rain began The Invasion of Earwigs. They swarmed the apple tree, the plum trees, the gutters and the front yard lawn. They could even be found on the bathroom floor occasionally. Charlie valiantly assisted in the war by eating them and then promptly throwing up.
Ruthless measures were taken. Just over a week ago, my fiancée brought them a mini Noah’s flood. They made a frantic bid for escape but they were cut off by sprayed raid bug killer.
But we had celebrated too soon. They still poured out of rain gutters, climbed into shoes and could be found in Charlie's upchuck.
Yesterday, we doubled our efforts. "To HOME DEPOT!", we cried. There we found bug killer and sprinkled it on what remains of the lawn. Grubs and such have eaten the roots and the dead patches are overwhelmed with ear wigs. We dug up the dirt and also mixed in grass seed with the bug killer. We sprayed the fruit trees and the edges of the outside of the house.
Shortly after, within about 30 seconds of completion, it rained some more. They began their evacuation in earnest.
I sat on the front porch, with the water hose vengefully locked and loaded in my hands, spraying them back onto the destroyed grass and wondered if the war was drawing to a close. Or did we simply up the stakes?
I live in the high mountains in a desert and although there are lots of creepy crawlers here, such as lots of ants, this is, at least compared to the east, a relatively bug-less place…
That is until the rain came about three weeks ago...
After a week of drenching rain began The Invasion of Earwigs. They swarmed the apple tree, the plum trees, the gutters and the front yard lawn. They could even be found on the bathroom floor occasionally. Charlie valiantly assisted in the war by eating them and then promptly throwing up.
Ruthless measures were taken. Just over a week ago, my fiancée brought them a mini Noah’s flood. They made a frantic bid for escape but they were cut off by sprayed raid bug killer.
But we had celebrated too soon. They still poured out of rain gutters, climbed into shoes and could be found in Charlie's upchuck.
Yesterday, we doubled our efforts. "To HOME DEPOT!", we cried. There we found bug killer and sprinkled it on what remains of the lawn. Grubs and such have eaten the roots and the dead patches are overwhelmed with ear wigs. We dug up the dirt and also mixed in grass seed with the bug killer. We sprayed the fruit trees and the edges of the outside of the house.
Shortly after, within about 30 seconds of completion, it rained some more. They began their evacuation in earnest.
I sat on the front porch, with the water hose vengefully locked and loaded in my hands, spraying them back onto the destroyed grass and wondered if the war was drawing to a close. Or did we simply up the stakes?
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