No darling. The beetles disable my ruth, and I happily chopstick them into baths of toxic chemicals, then gleefully watch them struggle on their backs as their life force is snuffed out.
I started this Japanese beetle season as I always do - hopeful that they will be few in number. I compassionately let the first few go. I even gently carried one copulating couple over to the neighbor's rhubarb (they love rhubarb, which I have now annihilated in my garden), in hopes the rest of their kind would know where to go. I audibly admonished one of them to "tell your friends to go elsewhere, or I will have no choice but to kill every single one I catch unawares." Alas, they refused to leave my yard, and so, now they die horrible deaths.
Japanese Beetles actually get smarter as the season goes on. In a couple weeks,they will all dive to the soil below as soon as I reach for them. I have to be wily about my ruthlessness: I must switch up my (organic, so it's OK) methods of annihilation.
(I'm doing the part of The Steward in Into The Woods, and I have decided to try him as the unseen hand of all things, the evil heart of the seeable universe. Murdering innocent beetles is method acting preparation)
I feel a poem coming on
population conditioning
is a method acting exercise
gone viral
haha next Friday my Saturday list is going to be "Make a list." I love that. That is a brilliant way to give myself a no-holds-barred day off. haha
You do have a tendency to fill up your buckets to overflow capacity. Is "overflow capacity" an oxymoron? Do you sop up the sloshing?
Thanks for the chat. It's Sunday, and there's paperwork that must be done by Monday start of business (legal crap, what fun, I'm being sued, maybe put that in your text, little old ladies being sued, we become ferocious), so off I go. This has been fun.
There had to be some able ruth before it was disabled. Could be that was only for a very, very short moment of course.