War on Bugs

                                     

Holy crap, my garden has never looked better! My seeds grew and the plants I planted are flourishing. I know it must be the horse manure I tilled in. Seriously what else could it be, I've never been able to grow anything by seed before and here I have beans and lettuce that sprung from the ground. My lovely Zucchini plant was very promising, it had lots of bright yellow flowers bursting with happiness ready to bring forth it's fruits of my labors.                                                   

                                                                                              

Then the unthinkable happened. Nasty, creepy, orgy breeding bugs moved in and infested my poor zucchini. These bugs had no shame. Hooked together butt to butt crawling around on my beautiful leaves. I wonder when they move, being hooked up and all, how they decide who's in charge? "Lets go this way" "No, we're going this way"

                                                       
Once they figured out the master gardener was ready to rid the precious zucchini of their nastiness they went their separate ways. If they managed to survive the first round of spray, I would find them hooked up again. Not only were they breeding but on the underside of the leaves they were securing their posterity with little red clumps of eggs...By the hundreds.

                                                
It was more than I could stand. I went from organically spraying with dish soap and water (which killed the bugs but didn't seem to touch the eggs) to actual bug spray from the store. My poor plant was looking a little worn from the battle, OK a lot, but I was determined to win this war.

                                                       
Every day I would check on the eggs and each time I would find them starting to hatch. I attacked again with the spray but knew I needed to change my tactics. It was time for the heavy artillery. Upping my strategy would be a bit over the top but desperate times call for desperate measures and I was desperate.

                                          After all, sacrifice is part of war, right?