"It's time for chemical warfare!!" Big Bore anounced last night around 9:30. Earlier in the day I'd taken some white, plastic garden stakes and marked out the four holes I'd spotted next to the patio where the Cicada Killers are coming and going and doing their sand excavating (see August 22nd blogs). At the same time, BB mixed up a concoction of liquid Sevin, as per our county agent's direction. We had to wait until night time to forge ahead with our plan of attack to make sure the CKs would be lounging around in their underground penthouse.
I eagerly grabbed a flashlight--the super-sized one that Dr. Maureen and Scott gave us for important occasions. Besides providing illumination, it was going to double as a bug beater-upper just in case the Cicada Killers decided to come out of hiding and fight to the death. Big Bore pumped up the big spray bottle, stuck the wand in each hole, and "ready, aim, fire!!!" Now, we're in wait and see mode.
I haven't been outside yet this morning to make an official inspection of the battleground, but I'm all for making a repeat performance tonight. I don't think I'm quite ready to dig up and re-set the south row of patio pavers, though. That's going to have to wait for decomposition time and cooler weather. The Flaming Bore can only stomach so much disgusting fun at one time.
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