Murder on the plot
Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 10:14 am
Last week, my husband, Ken, was at our allotment whilst I was doing my Dad's shopping.
Ken rang me to tell me he had found dozens of beetles on the raspberries but had sorted them by liberally sprinkling Derris dust all over the plants. I asked what he thought they were and he said Raspberry Beetle. I wanted to know what they looked like and as soon as he described them, I got a sinking feeling....."Bring me one home please". I said, "Cos I don't think they're raspberry beetle..they're tiny little things".
Ken duly brought several home in a jar. Oh dear......I was right. They were Ladybird larvae....
He felt terribly guilty.
In future, he will ring me before dispatching any bugs......
Ken rang me to tell me he had found dozens of beetles on the raspberries but had sorted them by liberally sprinkling Derris dust all over the plants. I asked what he thought they were and he said Raspberry Beetle. I wanted to know what they looked like and as soon as he described them, I got a sinking feeling....."Bring me one home please". I said, "Cos I don't think they're raspberry beetle..they're tiny little things".
Ken duly brought several home in a jar. Oh dear......I was right. They were Ladybird larvae....
In future, he will ring me before dispatching any bugs......