Those who are of ProfessorRoush's era will recognize the quote represented by the title of this blog entry, and some may even hear it in the voice of Matthew Broderick, overriding the computer pleading, "How about a nice game of chess?" Broderick, in 1983's
War Games, ends up regretting his choice as the runaway computer tries to set WWIII into real motion. The Japanese Beetles currently invading my garden are going to regret their attack as well.
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'Marie Bugnet' |
Despite my
calm surrender of last year, I am not nearly so complacent this year as I confront the onslaught of the Japanese Beetle Hordes. I first detected them on Monday, 7/4/2022, 4 small males, happily resting among 'Blanc Double de Coubert', my early warning detector. Those first spies were tried and summarily executed by crushing, momentary satisfaction in a minor tactical skirmish. Then, Wednesday night, there were more, a dozen enemy combatants on 'Blanc' and on 'Fru Dagmar Hastrup', a second front opened despite my earlier victory.
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'Hope for Humanity' |
I resolved, given the hot weather and my workload, to spray the first thing Saturday, a perceived opportunity to head off the main battle, but as I prepared my defenses yesterday these beasts stepped completely over the line. They were on every rose when I went to reconnoiter. They were on semi-doubles, doubles, and even singles like the Kordes hybrid of 'Rosalina'. Past years, they've been attracted to 'Blanc', 'Fru Dagmar', maybe 'Martin Frobisher' or 'Morden Blush' in overflow, but they've left the reds alone. This year they were on reds, pinks, and even my beloved 'Marie Bugnet.' Is there 'Hope for Humanity' when they attack such a peacefully-named red rose? Regardless, beetles fornicating on the virginal white blooms of 'Marie Bugnet' is a step beyond what I can abide. Forget the calm internet recommendations for knocking them into a bucket of soapy water or for hand-picking them and crushing them. Forget the controversary over the question of whether Beetle traps kill or simply attract more to your garden.
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'Blanc' with 10 beetles |
All that changes when you look at this picture of 'Blanc Double de Coubert'. How many beetles are visible in this small area. I'll give you a hint...it's ten. Ten individuals, with several in fornication mode.
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'Rosalina' |
If it is war they want, then war they shall have. I'm going completely nuclear in my garden. Yesterday I drenched everything in Ortho Rose Spray, labeled for beetles and all manner of creepy creatures. You can see it in the pictures, all these beetles individually soaking in the insecticide. Last night, they still squirmed and moved, leading me to doubt the efficacy of Ortho spray.
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'Linda Campbell' |
During my afternoon reconnaissance, I expect the battle temporarily won, but I have little real hope of going out to find the beetles gone. If yesterday's spray isn't effective, I'll be making the rounds of box stores today. Perhaps something less-pyrethriny, my pretties? Something less gentle, something more lethal? You can't win a war by being nice.
Yes, there will be innocent casualties. The bumbles in my back yard had better stay away from the roses, or they'll be swept up in friendly fire. This fat bombardier on 'Raspberry Rugostar' was minding his own business, but less than 4 inches from this guy a beetle feasted on another bloom. Must I chose a Silent Spring over a summer smothered in beetle frass? It seems the answer is "yes." Victory is by no means certain, but defeat and capitulation are no longer viable choices.