A living organism is nothing
but a wonderful machine
endowed with the most marvelous properties
and set going by means of
the most complex and delicate mechanism.
-Claude Bernard
Oh, is that all? (May I point out that this spider is neon yellow?)
OK, this disgusting beast is the well-known and reviled tomato hornworm.
One year, we went away on 4th of July weekend. Upon returning, we discovered all three of our tomato plants had ben ravaged. The culprit, presumably, was the lone hornworm we found nestled in the leaves, given away by its audible munching.
We maliciously put it in the bird feeder.
Earlier this summer Jeff found this guy on one of the tomato plants. He’d already found one, and had dispatched it quickly to hornworm heaven with a truly sickening crunch underfoot.
I convinced him to let this one live. I’ll tell you why.
See those nasty white things on his back? Those are the cocoons of braconid wasps. They are already feeding on the internal organs of this hornworm; he is not going to be doing any more damage to my tomato plants.
By allowing this hornworm to live long enough to nourish those wasps, I am in effect raising an anti-hornworm army, ensuring that any others will be killed as they leave their cocoons or similarly parasitized.
Of course, if I do find any more adults that do not bear cocoons on their backs, I’ll go ahead and give it to the blue jays as a treat. They love ’em.
I came by this information in Douglas Tallamy’s Bringing Nature Home: How Native Plants Sustain Wildlife in Our Gardens, and it was a real eye-opener for me.
I suspect, however, that it may be common knowledge to the experienced gardener. Did you already know about this? Are there any other “pests” I should be leaving well-enough alone?
A permanent state of transition
is man’s most noble condition.-Juan Ramon Jimenez
So I’m reading that the 17 year cicada should be emerging in my area, if they haven’t already. Keeping my eyes peeled!
The kids have been sporting these as buggy brooches.
I love these musical cicada nights; to me, this is what summer is all about. An underrated benefit to turning off the air conditioner (not to mention the dang bedroom TV, thankfully Jeff has been going to sleep early these days!) and throwing open the windows.
Often I am also lulled to sleep by the mournful “who cooks for you?” of the Barred Owl.
Last night there were several, three I think, singing in rounds.
A meeting of overworked, under appreciated housewife owls, perhaps? Poor things, I can sympathize.
What are the sights, smells, sounds that you associate with summer?