Why the Last Bug that Bit Me… Won’t Be… the Last…

I hate to say it. The bugs are winning.

Little biters.

For brevity’s sake, I’m using the all-inclusive, non-scientific terms bugs and biters to indicate anything that crawls, flies, hops or dangles and has a tendency to bite, sting, chew or otherwise cause pain or itchiness.

Some years back, we stopped using pesticides and herbicides, with the one exception of spot-treating Black Widows with a natural [?] pesticide product around the immediate perimeter of the house. The bugs and biters are happy. Me? Not so much. So far this week I’ve been bitten three times. Twice by itsy-bitsy spiders and once by this tiny, larval-beetle-ish thing that could have played the lead in its own horror movie.

Ouch.

Where’s the gratitude I ask you? Where’s the love?

It’s taken all my resolve and half a tube of anti-itch cream not to call the Eco-friendly [?] Pest Control Company whose cheerful representative rang the doorbell last week. With his clipboard and starched-white uniform, he epitomized the merry executioner.

He pulled a pen out of his shirt-pocket like a gun out of a holster and aimed it at a cobweb dangling from the nearest eave. “For a nominal fee, we’ll take care of that for you.”

I smiled and shook my head no.

“Do it yourself-er, eh? Have a nice evening and good luck to you.” His wave was every bit as chipper as his tone.

I’ll give him this. He wasn’t pushy. Although looking back, his demeanor came off a bit jaunty and his smile a tad sinister…

That was three nasty welts ago…

Nah…

Just coincidence…

But the anxiety-riddled bug-phobe dancing on my shoulder kept whispering in my ear about mass extermination and lovely dream-filled nights spent sleeping, not scratching.

Between you, me and the last bug that bit me, I was going to make that call.

Then I went outside to do a little gardening. [Otherwise known as creating habitat… For bugs and biters… The ingrates…]

A few hours in I noticed that one of the apricot trees had a branch covered with Whiteflies

And Ladybugs…

Infestation? Dinner Bell? A lesson in perspective…

And this is exactly why the last bug that bit me…

won’t be…

the last…

[Ouch…]

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16 thoughts on “Why the Last Bug that Bit Me… Won’t Be… the Last…

    1. AMAZING footage! Wow. Puts a whole new spin on slither… What kind of snakes are they? I’ve had gopher snakes here. Thankfully no rattlesnakes… Although I shouldn’t tempt fate by saying that!

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  1. I like your new perspective. I used to spray my roses, but that kills even the god bugs off, so I leave it for nature to find its own balance, even if the roses have to suffer a little for it. Great post! 🙂

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  2. I used to rely on homemade white oil for everything but now I have not spray for months and yes, nature looks after itself. However, I am getting a nasty scale on some of my citrus tree so I will have to get out a brush and scrub them off. The thing is unless you spray the whole world at once there will always be visits from ‘anything that crawls, flies, hops’ because they can crawl, fly, hop.

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      1. I use my home made white oil: to one litre (1000mls) of water add 10mls of vegetable oil and a few drops of dishwashing liquid. These are tiny scales that are not affected by spraying. They are stubborn so while scrubbing helps they are never entirely eradicated. However if the tree is healthy it can cope.

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