A couple of mornings ago I saw two beautiful beetles glistening on my Lavender bushes. I haven’t seen this sort before, and scooped them both into a glass with a bit of Lavender to eat. Then I looked them up to find out what they are. It turns out they are Rosemary Beetles.
These are both devastating to at least four plant types and breed and eat voraciously. I should have killed them. I just found that unacceptable. Having left them in the glass jar I am horrified at the suffering I have caused them.
I have been very upset about them. They have obviously fought over the food resources. The glass jar is full of beetle droppings. The stronger of the two is eating all the Lavender, and the other poor blighter has managed to crawl up the glass and is hanging on to the paper cover dying. They both have chunks out of each other. I have to kill them. I can’t let them loose to infest my own plants and become a menace. The situation is a nightmare.
I tried to ask God what to do about it, and He said I would have to sort out a solution, I should not have put them in the same space fighting over the resources.
I suddenly realised this this is the situation we put God in, with so many of our political decisions. The Rosemary Beetles were beautiful, but a potential disaster ecologically to the garden plants. We are an agricultural island. I wanted to phone a friend on Monday and ask Him what to do about the Beetles. I should have never put them in the same jar. I didn’t realise what would happen.
For the Beetles, I think I must make a swift end to their misery and squash them. I take full responsibility for the dispatching of them. I kill the ticks on the dog. Actually I don’t, I get my Husband to kill them. Nasty things though they are, killing things makes me feel sick. I feel like that over eating meat and fish as well. I am just respectful that this protein was a living creature.
How can something so very beautiful like this beetle have the potential to cause untold garden misery. In my ignorance and curiosity I have caused these living things terrible hardship.
The consequences of not finding out what they were capable of would have been a disaster. Finding out they will defend the food and fight each other for territory another revelation. They will both die. One from being killed and driven off by the stronger. Then the food will run out for the one left, and it’s living in its own shit. I have put them through hell.
A huge mistake not to kill them right away once I found out what they were. God asked me what I had planned to do with them. Heck I don’t know. Just admire them. He said that is not how it works in Beetle world.
I have to go and do the deed. I caused this problem. That is the price of my own ignorance and curiosity. I am very sorry that I caused them such a dreadful time, and now I am going to dispatch them because they can’t survive anyway.
The bread I made this morning won’t release from the tin either. I did Oil it. It has gone like a nasty brick. One of those sling the whole lot disasters bread tin and all. I hope I haven’t messed up the actual sourdough starter as well. I may have to begin all over again.
Obviously a few days of getting things very wrong. I must go and kill those Rosemary Beetles.
Right, change of plan? All the food has been eaten and they are actually doing a sort of mating ritual I think. The large one has lost its antennae though. Nope this is a delaying tactic on my part. I was thinking of separating them and feeding them, but God pointed out I would have the same problem just multiplied if I let them make friends. The dog wouldn’t have this problem she is hardwired to kill anything that moves in a sort of vermin like way. OK. I am going to do this in dog dispatch mode. I think I have to step on them.
I did try stepping on them. The one that ate everything escaped the stepping on. Then I had to squish it in my fingers. The one that got stepped on had just some liquid beige stuff in it. The fat one had an orange huge stain. I have ploughed through two very nice glasses of Chablis and had a contretemps with my Husband in the meantime. He just makes mountains out of molehills over every problem. He seems to read that any problem is His problem and somehow I am blaming Him. Another nightmare.
How can the bread not coming out of the non stick bread tin that is evidently not non stick be His problem. I said I needed to look for old fashioned bread tins. That these non stick bread tins are all we can buy and they don’t work. Then you have to try to Prize the bread out because they scratch so easily, and deposit non stick stuff on the bread. It’s not His problem, it’s just a problem.
I can bake bake bread without a bread tin. Heck I can bake it on a Cabbage leaf on a baking tray to be realy local. How can He take ownership of this? Then I have to try to assuage this perceived slight, just to keep the peace. Do I say this is not a problem with the bread tin? How else should I phrase this travesty of non stickness? That the non stick pans are Man stuff from space exploration and make us all sick anyway? It’s still not His personal problem... He isn’t a fucking rocket scientist and didn’t manufacture expensively crap bread tins.
I gave him a stern lecture about not owning fucking problems. That it’s not a problem if there is a solution to it... in this case a fucking Cabbage leaf. Why do we love them so much? They seem to be hard wired with a short circuit to self annihilation... that’s probably why God told us Women to look after them!
These are both devastating to at least four plant types and breed and eat voraciously. I should have killed them. I just found that unacceptable. Having left them in the glass jar I am horrified at the suffering I have caused them.
I have been very upset about them. They have obviously fought over the food resources. The glass jar is full of beetle droppings. The stronger of the two is eating all the Lavender, and the other poor blighter has managed to crawl up the glass and is hanging on to the paper cover dying. They both have chunks out of each other. I have to kill them. I can’t let them loose to infest my own plants and become a menace. The situation is a nightmare.
I tried to ask God what to do about it, and He said I would have to sort out a solution, I should not have put them in the same space fighting over the resources.
I suddenly realised this this is the situation we put God in, with so many of our political decisions. The Rosemary Beetles were beautiful, but a potential disaster ecologically to the garden plants. We are an agricultural island. I wanted to phone a friend on Monday and ask Him what to do about the Beetles. I should have never put them in the same jar. I didn’t realise what would happen.
For the Beetles, I think I must make a swift end to their misery and squash them. I take full responsibility for the dispatching of them. I kill the ticks on the dog. Actually I don’t, I get my Husband to kill them. Nasty things though they are, killing things makes me feel sick. I feel like that over eating meat and fish as well. I am just respectful that this protein was a living creature.
How can something so very beautiful like this beetle have the potential to cause untold garden misery. In my ignorance and curiosity I have caused these living things terrible hardship.
The consequences of not finding out what they were capable of would have been a disaster. Finding out they will defend the food and fight each other for territory another revelation. They will both die. One from being killed and driven off by the stronger. Then the food will run out for the one left, and it’s living in its own shit. I have put them through hell.
A huge mistake not to kill them right away once I found out what they were. God asked me what I had planned to do with them. Heck I don’t know. Just admire them. He said that is not how it works in Beetle world.
I have to go and do the deed. I caused this problem. That is the price of my own ignorance and curiosity. I am very sorry that I caused them such a dreadful time, and now I am going to dispatch them because they can’t survive anyway.
The bread I made this morning won’t release from the tin either. I did Oil it. It has gone like a nasty brick. One of those sling the whole lot disasters bread tin and all. I hope I haven’t messed up the actual sourdough starter as well. I may have to begin all over again.
Obviously a few days of getting things very wrong. I must go and kill those Rosemary Beetles.
Right, change of plan? All the food has been eaten and they are actually doing a sort of mating ritual I think. The large one has lost its antennae though. Nope this is a delaying tactic on my part. I was thinking of separating them and feeding them, but God pointed out I would have the same problem just multiplied if I let them make friends. The dog wouldn’t have this problem she is hardwired to kill anything that moves in a sort of vermin like way. OK. I am going to do this in dog dispatch mode. I think I have to step on them.
I did try stepping on them. The one that ate everything escaped the stepping on. Then I had to squish it in my fingers. The one that got stepped on had just some liquid beige stuff in it. The fat one had an orange huge stain. I have ploughed through two very nice glasses of Chablis and had a contretemps with my Husband in the meantime. He just makes mountains out of molehills over every problem. He seems to read that any problem is His problem and somehow I am blaming Him. Another nightmare.
How can the bread not coming out of the non stick bread tin that is evidently not non stick be His problem. I said I needed to look for old fashioned bread tins. That these non stick bread tins are all we can buy and they don’t work. Then you have to try to Prize the bread out because they scratch so easily, and deposit non stick stuff on the bread. It’s not His problem, it’s just a problem.
I can bake bake bread without a bread tin. Heck I can bake it on a Cabbage leaf on a baking tray to be realy local. How can He take ownership of this? Then I have to try to assuage this perceived slight, just to keep the peace. Do I say this is not a problem with the bread tin? How else should I phrase this travesty of non stickness? That the non stick pans are Man stuff from space exploration and make us all sick anyway? It’s still not His personal problem... He isn’t a fucking rocket scientist and didn’t manufacture expensively crap bread tins.
I gave him a stern lecture about not owning fucking problems. That it’s not a problem if there is a solution to it... in this case a fucking Cabbage leaf. Why do we love them so much? They seem to be hard wired with a short circuit to self annihilation... that’s probably why God told us Women to look after them!
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