|Lantern of Death|
Anywho...Behold! The Lantern of Death.
For years our backyard has been uninhabitable from around 4 o'clock in the afternoon until around 8 o'clock in the morning all summer long because of the swarms of mosquitoes. Even the most phlegmatic of visitors would eventually abandon the potential spiritual renewal of open space to run screaming for the house. And IF you were one of those rare fellows mosquitoes don't find particularly tasty to munch on, you still found yourself staring uncomfortably at others with bloodsuckers stuck all over them.
Everyone always ended up in the house.
And that was where the moths lived.
We live in a forest of oak trees, which means we have oak moths. Actually, we have every kind of moth possible, I think. And every single time a door would open, moths would fly in toward the light. I have spent every summer recovering DAILY from a bad case of the heebie jeebies due to moths in closets, cupboards, and crannies. AAAAAARRRGGGHH!
Kill. Everything. Now.
|Daylilies, lavender and euphorbia|
Amazingly, we discovered that a very inexpensive electric bug zapper would do the trick. We bought two and hung them in the front and the back of our home. It has been about a month and a half, and they are AWESOME! We have our yard back! It kills both mosquitoes and moths. I can't convey to you the level of sheer, unmitigated delight I feel knowing of the thousands dead and dying.
So now we sit out on the back patio and enjoy the solitude and serene quiet of the country. Well, except for the nearly constant sound of bugs succumbing to an electric volt that brings to mind the last moments of a murderer whom the governor neglected to pardon.
It's like living in Dante's Comedy -- but I'm the proprietor -- and I don't give a shit.
Die, you little bastards.
Yeah, I'm an environmentalist.
|A close up.|