Discuss: Summer of the Bagworm

I think Shannon sent me this story because my first punk band was named BAGWORM. This is too perfect…we were like an infection that wouldn’t go away.

This story is so beautiful and sad—sad not so much because of the activity itself (constantly spraying, spraying, spraying & squishing) but because this is how life is. We take on these projects and then let them take over us. I can’t sleep because I’m thinking of the insulation I need to install over the garage, or the dry rot under the bathroom floor, or the thing I need to finish at work—it’s sad, as you show; but there’s also a beauty in it, as you show, too.

This is so good.  My favorite line:  “Mom says, let’s talk about something other than the bagworms tonight.”

Squirting a little flammable liquid on the bag and setting it ablaze would be a less toxic way of approaching the problem. It also appeals to the little boy in men who like to watch things burn, especially nasty caterpillars.

Very good. I wish I was this advanced in my writing skills.  Something cool is that Kelli this guy’s sister in-law is married to my brother. Funny.

interesting story

A good natural repellent is rosemary. Plant them around the trees, and you can collect the trimmings for a nice herb crusted chicken. Well written story, enjoy the reading.

We have had lots of trouble with Bagworms here in the Texas Hill Country. We used to use permethrin, but a neighbor said be had great luck burring them on his ranch, and that is how we control them. Nice article.