Monday, August 13, 2012

The Great Aphid Plague, 2012

My bosom brother, Crumby, endures.  He may be getting better.  The Goddess, may spare him, for the nonce, or not. 

Meantime, the honeydew drifts down, in a mist from above.  (pardon the Devo ripoff)

That's right.  As many know, these parts have been afflicted with the most honeydew in memory.  Like Crumby was fixing to go out to the trashcan, which we keep outside,  summertime.  It stays outside in the summer because it is malodorous.  But when Crumby arrived at the malodorous trashcan and was fixing to lift the lid, he could not.  That's because Crumby is, no kidding, Doctor's orders, not supposed to get involved with more than five pounds of upper body torque.  And Crumby instantly realized that the honeydew had glued the trashcan lid down.  Plus the manpower required would be more than five pounds to lift the lid.

How pitiful!  Please.  Somebody help me.  Ah caint even lift the lid up sos Ah ken dump my soiled bandaids.

Mercy

Anyway.  Here is a poor effort at depicting one of the aphids we are discussing on a pecan leaf. 

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