I'm just gonna come out and say it.
I'm anti-aphid.
This may shock and alarm some of you, and I'm ok with that.
They killed my overwinters, and then somehow managed to penetrate the plastic perimeter of one of my seedlings.
But I looked my seedling in its eyes and exclaimed, "Seedlings of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers, I see in your stem the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the gardening of men fails, when we forsake our plants and break all bonds of horticulture, but it is not this day!"
Through tweezer. And water. From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought him, the Aphid of Livingroom. Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the coffee table.
Needless to say,
The beast was stunned.
Whip-crack went his whippy tail,
And the beast was done.
He asked us,
Be you angels?
And we said nay,
We are but men,
Rock!
Ah, ah, ah, oh, wo, a-yo!
This is not the greatest aphid treatment in the world, no.
This is just a tribute!
...Where was I again?
Oh, right. Aphid treatments.
So, I swapped out the soil, picked every visible aphid off with tweezers, and rinsed the poor little seedling thoroughly in the sink.
If my love hasn't destroyed it already, what are the odds that I have solved the aphid problem? Do they lay their eggs in the soil, or on the plant? Would a rinse have removed them?
If I can keep this poor bastard aphid-free via manual cleaning for... say, a week? Will that mean that the aphids or gone?
Or will they still be hiding in the shadows, biding their time? Waiting for me to lower my guard so they can once again sup upon the lurid juices of the innocent?
I'm anti-aphid.
This may shock and alarm some of you, and I'm ok with that.
They killed my overwinters, and then somehow managed to penetrate the plastic perimeter of one of my seedlings.
But I looked my seedling in its eyes and exclaimed, "Seedlings of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers, I see in your stem the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the gardening of men fails, when we forsake our plants and break all bonds of horticulture, but it is not this day!"
Through tweezer. And water. From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought him, the Aphid of Livingroom. Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the coffee table.
Needless to say,
The beast was stunned.
Whip-crack went his whippy tail,
And the beast was done.
He asked us,
Be you angels?
And we said nay,
We are but men,
Rock!
Ah, ah, ah, oh, wo, a-yo!
This is not the greatest aphid treatment in the world, no.
This is just a tribute!
...Where was I again?
Oh, right. Aphid treatments.
So, I swapped out the soil, picked every visible aphid off with tweezers, and rinsed the poor little seedling thoroughly in the sink.
If my love hasn't destroyed it already, what are the odds that I have solved the aphid problem? Do they lay their eggs in the soil, or on the plant? Would a rinse have removed them?
If I can keep this poor bastard aphid-free via manual cleaning for... say, a week? Will that mean that the aphids or gone?
Or will they still be hiding in the shadows, biding their time? Waiting for me to lower my guard so they can once again sup upon the lurid juices of the innocent?