We are in the middle of an epic – and I mean EPIC, tent caterpillar infestation. They happen every ten or twelve years….and although the north has been under attack for a few years, I’ve a sneaking suspicion that our property is ground zero this year.
It’s been a few weeks now, and honestly, there’s not a green leaf of any sort in sight for as far as I can see….poplar is a favorite, willow, aspen, wild roses – as I write this, the caterpillar cupboard is now bare bare bare.
At some point – soon I’m hoping, they cocoon. At some point after that, they hatch out as moths, breed, lay eggs and next spring we have the dubious pleasure of watching the offspring eat the trees again.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel though (in theory) – they eat themselves out of house and home at some point and the population implodes. Let’s hope. I fully expect to have another attack next year – but I’m hoping not as bad.
In the meantime, good thing I’m not squeamish (although there have been moments). I’m especially not fond of the ‘raining down on my head’ caterpillar thing. ICK. All one can do when you have bazillions of them – not much. We’ve spent a lot of time sweeping, stomping, smooshing, hosing off of things, drowning, mowing……..there is NO end to them.
So – following are a few pictures – barrels of caterpillars, buckets of caterpillars, caterpillars climbing the house, encroaching on the back door, laying seige to the feed room, hanging out on what’s left on the trees.