Stinkbug have arrived. The older ones are gnarled veterans, they are few and far between, the younger ones are beady eyed, softer shelled and still innocent. Short of an apocalypse to the insect populations there is no alternative but good old fashioned mano a mano contest where man meets stinkbug in mortal combat. It might sound unfair, there is a bit of a size difference but trust me it's an unequal battle and without any sense of sportsmanship. Generally your gardener comes away confused and dazed, and often deeply depressed. And the sadder thing is Stinkbug consider these battles a learning experience, they develop strategy and I know for a fact they work in teams and overtime they actually welcome my presence as yet another opportunity to totally outwit me.
Always better to look for a silver lining, something to cling to as a gardener
stares into the abyss. Not easy to do. I well remember the Colorado Beetle
outbreak of something like 2008. Colorado Beetle have been so attacked by the
industrial pesticide that they are pretty much immune to any kind of nerve gas.
The garden here had two kinds of Colorado Beetle. The one kind would politely
sit there admiring his or her children and it was kindergarten work. No problem
at all. The other kind of Colorado Beetle had developed a technique which I
learned to call "Drop and Roll." As a forefinger and thumb snuck upon them,
they'd let loose their grip on the leaf, they'd drop to the soil, they then
seemed able to roll and would promptly disappear. But the other thing is this,
in the night someone is chewing the Eggplant Leaves, it produces no frass
and it could be some kind of nocturnal Colorado Beetle that hides both herself
and her children through daylight.