So one of the things I like best about living in the city is that there are very few bugs! I rarely have a mosquito bite (which I am allergic to), or an ant bite, or a spider or well, anything tiny with six to eight legs. It’s been nirvana for me. But when we moved apartments to our new place with the terrace, and filled it with plants—they have come. In droves. Like we’re beaming an insect bat signal or something.
Most recently we’ve been infested (okay I use we less than literally here—my plants) with aphid. I’ve fought aphids all my life. The most memorable being when we had crape myrtles that overhung our front door. On summer (thanks to a not so lucky plumber) we discovered that the trees were overrun with yellow jackets. (Another really despicable insect). It wasn’t a pretty picture (the plumber, God bless him, was bald) and we knew that we needed to get rid of the stinging buggers post haste. Unfortunately, it took a while to discover the cause of their attraction.
You guessed it—aphids. But in that case I sprayed once or maybe twice and the problem was solved. The aphids died and the yellow jackets moved on. But here—they attacked my roses and wouldn’t give up the battle. So much so that one of the roses succumbed (and I honestly didn’t know that aphids could kill a plant) and we had to “bury” it this weekend. The other is still healthy but the aphids keep coming back. And now they’ve moved to my pepper (and a columbine that also bit the dust ). Everything thing else on the terrace has fuzzy leaves to there is no attraction. But the rose and the pepper may yet see their doom. If the aphids don’t get them, the spray (and we use the healthy kind) will.
(In full disclosure I think the aphids only weakened the rose and a fungus attack got it, but people this is Manhattan and we don’t have that sort of thing…)
Anyway, as I mourn the loss of my beautiful rose bush, I continue to fight. It is a protracted battle and one which I fear I won’t win. Did I mention I hate BUGS?
How about you? Bug fan? Bug hater? Any particular ones you despise/love/etc? It’s summer—they’re everywhere.