These magnificent creatures really piss me off. They cause discoloration, eat away at your pods and are the worst possible pests for anyone who grows hot peppers. Especially gourmet super hots.
However, there is a part of me that admires them. I wonder what goes through their tiny bug minds when they see a rainbow of hot pepper colors? Do they get as excited as we? Are they looking at these peppers and thinking to themselves; "I can't wait to eat that awesome shit"?
How do you folks deal with these pests? I use lady bugs and finger squashing. Never shall a chemical touch my beautiful peppers. I've always found great pleasure in smashing a newly hatched colony of this menace. I have carefully honed my stink bug hunting skills. The billions of years of evolution can be witnessed in my approach as predator stalks prey. But after killing thousand of these creatures it certainly occurs to me that they love the heat as much as we chileheads. What other pest could live and thrive amongst these amazing chiles? Few, if any. So they are a kindred spirit, in a way. There is a part of me that, if given the resources, might build a playground for these beasts of the garden. A place where they can grow and thrive. But my love for chile peppers outweighs my admiration for these foul critters. Plus they would just screw up the garden in which they were supposed to thrive. They have no boundaries or morals and must be extinguished.
I guess the massacre must continue. But each one that is squashed to death there is a fond pity found in my heart. If there is a stink bug heaven, perhaps they will find their joy. Perhaps I am helping them along that path. Just not in my garden.
However, there is a part of me that admires them. I wonder what goes through their tiny bug minds when they see a rainbow of hot pepper colors? Do they get as excited as we? Are they looking at these peppers and thinking to themselves; "I can't wait to eat that awesome shit"?
How do you folks deal with these pests? I use lady bugs and finger squashing. Never shall a chemical touch my beautiful peppers. I've always found great pleasure in smashing a newly hatched colony of this menace. I have carefully honed my stink bug hunting skills. The billions of years of evolution can be witnessed in my approach as predator stalks prey. But after killing thousand of these creatures it certainly occurs to me that they love the heat as much as we chileheads. What other pest could live and thrive amongst these amazing chiles? Few, if any. So they are a kindred spirit, in a way. There is a part of me that, if given the resources, might build a playground for these beasts of the garden. A place where they can grow and thrive. But my love for chile peppers outweighs my admiration for these foul critters. Plus they would just screw up the garden in which they were supposed to thrive. They have no boundaries or morals and must be extinguished.
I guess the massacre must continue. But each one that is squashed to death there is a fond pity found in my heart. If there is a stink bug heaven, perhaps they will find their joy. Perhaps I am helping them along that path. Just not in my garden.