We have been inundated by grasshoppers. The new flower bed that I mentioned in a previous post is taking the brunt of it. Each day the lovely hydrangeas that I planted look slightly less lovely than they did the day before. My daisies are beginning to look like they will soon be "pushing up daisies" of their own. I am nearing my whits' end.
I decided that I need to take some drastic measures here- measures other than going out into the backyard and squirting the grasshoppers while yelling at them to GO AWAY and leave my plants alone. I hopped online to see what type of grasshopper remedies I could come up with. (Because there you have the world at your fingertips.) Believe it or not, the most common suggestion I found was to get a chicken. Then there was the guy that suggested getting an hedgehog. A chicken. Or a hedgehog. For my backyard. Where my children and dog go to play. Give me a break.
Upon further research, I came upon a couple of yucky sounding concoctions that may do the trick. Then I remembered that we have a bug man. He is a man who gets bugs to stay away from my house professionally. I am happy to write him a check to make the grasshoppers GO AWAY and leave my plants alone. He will be here on Thursday morning. He might even be able to make them go away without yelling.
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I had thought I would have had to go for the Chicken. I can just see Olivia chasing it around the yard while it chases grasshoppers, really cute and entertaining...then it occurred to me that although Zeus is 11 and slowing, he probably would have still caught the chicken. Not so cute and entertaining!
Has that gotten any better? Lots of grasshoppers? GROSS!
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