Wilderness LUBBER GRASSHOPPER CONTROLL ???????????????
posted by July 31 at 15:40 PMon
I have shared with you before that I am a member of the International Bulb Society, the group that is endowed with the unfortunate acronym IBS and that provides me with up to 30 emails every day. These emails usually involve heated debates (that I could not possibly enter, for my relationship with bulbs remains at the acquaintance level) about subjects such as which sort of hippieastrum is the best. Sitting on the sidelines of these conversations is a happy part of my daily life.
Today, I received an email with the title “LUBBER GRASSHOPPER CONTROLL ???????????????” and it immediately brought equanimity to my weather-troubled soul.
I am not pleased about our current weather in Seattle. Seattle often does not receive memos about which month we are actually in, rather creating days according to unknowable, clearly non-calendrical whims.
However, this is nothing compared to the problem of the lubber, and other types of, grasshopper, about which several IBS members are currently worked up.
Have you ever lived through a grasshopper infestation? Are you living through one now?
IT IS INSANE.
It means that when you walk, anywhere, you crunch.
This photograph is not in any way overstating the situation. In fact, I’m surprised the storefront in the background isn’t covered.
Seattle, I love your chilly, gray, bugless July. I’m sorry I complained.