Monday, April 15, 2013
I sometimes gather helpful and comforting pieces of information on my morning walk, especially if I go out a bit later than usual and run into neighbors. I find out, for instance, which houses have sold and which states their new owners hail from. I see new lawn statuary, like the Chinese dragon bearing a Japanese lantern on its head at Tommy's house. And I get to ask Ron and Jan about lawn pests--in their case, lingering fire ants. My latest worry was whatever is causing the mounded-up runnels of earth heading toward, but stopping at, our property line. I figured on moles or gophers, somehow halted by the pesticide our bug guys put down for fire ants. But Ron tells me there's some creature called the Mole Cricket, which he says grows to the gargantuan size of 2 to 4 cm.
This is NOT a cute little Jiminy Cricket. Have you ever SEEN a cricket? Even normal ones are a little scary, and this kind is downright prehistoric looking! I used to have to feed crickets to my son's pet anoles, and once a whole baggie of them from the pet store escaped in his room. The nighttime chirping in his bedroom was sweet, but catching the little buggers was not. I shudder to think of a bagful of mole crickets loosed in the house!
Any more information about mole crickets is welcome, but I'm guessing that they stopped at our property line because they are insects and don't like the -icide left there by the bug guys. I'm also guessing that they're harmless, might be helpful enough as to eat something bad (like mosquitoes, maybe?), and aerate the soil. And if not, I don't want to know about it!
UPDATE: Action must be taken, I think. They've crossed the property line, seemingly minutes after I wrote this, and appear to be marching toward the house! This could be my last blog! Aaauggh!!