We have a bumper crop of baby crickets in our yard. You cannot walk across the back without stirring up a swarm of tiny black jumpers. And my wife hates the things with a passion.
The other day when I mowed the grass you'd thought they were making a new Hitchcock film here. Time to do something serious about them.
So today when I got off the night shift (no need to go into that here, you'd all just get depressed and start swilling high-test booze and THAT is all mine!) I went out to see what I could do about that.
Then with sprayer in hand I set off to do battle.
But first, a test case, or fifty, maybe more. I always check to make sure the spray works before I go on patrol.
I yanked a trashcan side ways and simply flooded the area under it with stuff.
Crickets, many now shimmering with insecticide literally went in every direction for well over a minute. Some were full grown adults, many were smaller, but there were more then even Dustin Hoffman's "Rain Man" could count.
Several minutes later, many of those same crickets were 'acting funky', and then later still, most were belly up. Formula verified, here we go.
All I had to do was to walk through the grass and spray, our little friends did the rest.
Every clump of grass produced dozens, every decorative rock was an over crowded housing project, the seam between the sidewalk and the garage... overrun.
They jumped, they ran, I sprayed. And sprayed, until I used up the gallon and a half of stuff I'd made.
After I put the sprayer up I walked back through to see if the result was satisfactory.
To quote HST:
"We killed like champions"
Hunter S Thompson (1937 – 2005) in Hawaii
The other day when I mowed the grass you'd thought they were making a new Hitchcock film here. Time to do something serious about them.
So today when I got off the night shift (no need to go into that here, you'd all just get depressed and start swilling high-test booze and THAT is all mine!) I went out to see what I could do about that.
Then with sprayer in hand I set off to do battle.
But first, a test case, or fifty, maybe more. I always check to make sure the spray works before I go on patrol.
I yanked a trashcan side ways and simply flooded the area under it with stuff.
Crickets, many now shimmering with insecticide literally went in every direction for well over a minute. Some were full grown adults, many were smaller, but there were more then even Dustin Hoffman's "Rain Man" could count.
Several minutes later, many of those same crickets were 'acting funky', and then later still, most were belly up. Formula verified, here we go.
All I had to do was to walk through the grass and spray, our little friends did the rest.
Every clump of grass produced dozens, every decorative rock was an over crowded housing project, the seam between the sidewalk and the garage... overrun.
They jumped, they ran, I sprayed. And sprayed, until I used up the gallon and a half of stuff I'd made.
After I put the sprayer up I walked back through to see if the result was satisfactory.
To quote HST:
"We killed like champions"
Hunter S Thompson (1937 – 2005) in Hawaii
