How Should Things Be

The truncatellum of Copidosoma is the name of my new friend. Perhaps. In any case, some wasp looks like to have assembled in the fight against loopers of col.

I perhaps minimisó the number of them (the loopers) who I killed yesterday. In fact I took five or seises of them, most of who I sent in the street during a time of the high traffic. They were broken gradually in the car tires and took under the street.

I in the morning passed time this hunting for more, but I found only a pair of polillas of the adult, one of who I it captured and stomped.

How he is violent I have turned for defense of my garden!

But then I discovered this crisálidas underneath a leaf. And I online recognized its condition stirred up of the reading on them. It looks like that this looper of col she is the victim of a wasp, that puts its eggs in the crisálidas ones. The caterpillar will not become one polilla. And more from these wasps they will emerge from the crisálidas ones. Go next and you above compare little circle at left in picture above (and yes that is my eye at right) with that one in this other Web site that cultivates an orchard:

http://cals.arizona.edu/maricopa/garden/html/t-tips/bugs/looper.htm



Incidently, I constructed to espantapájaros, using an old t-shirt of Krusty the Klown for face. Impressive.

So my friends, I took today totally dull. No the running. No writing. No labor. When I woke up this morning, I crawled outside bed and I tried with coffee to be persuaded to leave for a running. After a cup finished, I came to the conclusion that I have been pretty to push hardly in my life, and which I deserved a dull true day. I went so again to bed.

I made more ahead the laundry, that could sound like work. But in fact volume to please more of few things than the piled up ones of clean clothes. So that outside a happy thing.

Then I competed to the cinema to see the film Crash. In certain point in the film, I cried. Perhaps really it cried for my lost weekend, for the fact that I am not passing this same moment that returns to connect (of so many ways) with my lover of San Francisco. But I suspect that it had more to do with the abilities storytelling of Paul Haggis.

In any case I came to house and I passed a little hardly of the time hunts loopers of col. Encontre' to many of them, who did the sensation to me as if neglecting my tomatos.

Also, Netflix had sent to me that the Star Trek the intravenous one, that I enjoyed very the well excessive Mexican food. After this I have a small hope to leave to satisfy the women who live next door. They were going to sing karaoke, a thing for which something of you you know that I have a genuine weakness.

Maintaining it brief then, tonight. A kiss to you everything. Specially you, my Stroma, wherever you are.


Incidently, also I buried today the second mortality between the three original pumpkins that polinicé. It lowered to the right of the grapevine. Here it is the picture of the baby, in memoriam:

My friends, moan to say that it is today the unfortunate Curakster. By almost a year I have maintained one relation of on-again/off-again with a beautiful girl in San Francisco. And it invited to me recently to Step Oaks by a weekend with she outdoors satisfied in the activity, of the rest, the relaxation, and lovemaking.

I took the measures with my fellow workers to cover the shift that would miss in the bank. And I confirmed the date with the girl (déjenos we call her “Stroma”.)

Stroma and I, as I suggested, has been continuing for the best part of a year. But recently, in the wedding of its sister, we had one hour so amazing meeting that the dynamic one between us looked like to develop.

The Curakster is not no commission-phobe. Oh not. But like a graduated student and somebody that race has not removed absolutely, I am reluctant to obtain too much implied in an “interurban” thing. As you can probably understand. The relations are enough work already, without having to handle the distance.

Nevertheless, a weekend like similar described like a great idea. And he was ready to lead above there of Thursday, pass three days that made love and whatnot, and then of Sunday return in the hour for my working of afternoon.

Of a sudden one, yesterday at night, the management in New York threw the blanket towards out from under me. The same abilities that make that the Curakster a beloved of its pattern makes him essential for the cover of the working of this weekend. "We cannot do it without you," they said.

And so now I cannot do it with the Stroma. By which "it" "bad sex" mean I of course.

The humming of of a bee saluted to me whereas I walked outside towards in the garden this morning. It had framed upon my structure of the aid yesterday, but it could not finish uniting of the cross-sectional beams until this morning. My friend apian LOVED one of the many masculine flowers between my grapevines of the pumpkin. Smaller bee-like creatures it parézcase to make the trick for the tomatos, but this one was the first great bee that I have seen towards outside from planting.

I putting there for above the rest of the beams. And the good glances of the structure, as you can consider. I tied it to the house, and later I spent one hour or so to off tie the grapevines to the grating in several places. And I raised above for something of the fruit that was so heavy as far as they have bended the grapevine.

Something has ravaged some of the leaves again. But I do not think that he was loopers of col. In place, I think that it is a certain class grasshopper-like of creature. I have seen it towards outside there, and I thought that it was class of pretty. But the next time that I see it, it is dead.

And it is quite clear that somebody is eating some of my tomatos. Cherry-classified specially. Probably somebody with the plumas. My following thought is so that perhaps I need espantapájaros. Or one of those plastic buhos. The espantapájaros are more diversion, yes?


It has been many of work, but the promise of delicious tomatos keeps to me in her.

You do not wish tonight to one of these babies? Once they have matured, I mean?

It appears that I was successful in the polinización of two of the three feminine flowers that I tried the last week (way over my personal index of females of "polinización", if you take my drift.) The other fell already of the grapevine. Desire that I had maintained files better of my methods each case. I cannot remember if the one that dead was first I polinizó. Perhaps was only a “rookie mistake”.

Now unfortunately, my plants is only producing the masculine flowers. Boys, boys, boys, reason why the eye can see. They are opened, are closed, they fall of the grapevine, and they are to me useless. But they are pretty. As you can see.


The hunting for loopers of the cabbage continues. I have made an effort to maintain a contingent of slaughter two per day. But it is obtaining more difficult. Esperanzadamente this means that I have with effectiveness cleaned outside this generation. There will be others.

Aside of this threat, my tomatos is also almost too heavy for his own branches. I can need to construct a trellis.

Gardening, in the beginning, looks like to be pretty of expensive.

Last night I took care of a reading sit-down of a play that could soon be produced. The play was on German people, and I read a portion by half second. The writer was interested in me like agent. It looks like my sufficiently exotic sounds of the accent of Czexican, and people could think that he was German. More lucked in the blond hair. And you know, most of those Gerries they are blond.

Then my friends and I ate a little Mexican food crappy in La Cabaña. La Cabaña WAS PACKED it. All we of Santa Monica desperately wait for Lare’s to open again. They have the greatest shavings of the tortilla in the world.

I returned from Seattle to find my plants of tomato had grown to the high chest. But my grapevines of the pumpkin, whereas they are great and they wish, underwent destruction in the leaves. I calculated that towards outside it suffered of the white dusty fungus, and bought a fungicida in the local conservatory. We will see how that is solved.

The following problem with the pumpkins was that it did not have any growth of the fruit. It had seen the flowers with the small pumpkins in them, but these were all that marchitaban and that died. I discovered that he is this because they did not obtain polinizados.

There are a shortage of the bee in the United States, a nightmare for the orchards of the fruit and the nut. An acarus, that attacks the beehives in the winter and ravages the larval bees, has gotten to be resistant at miticide that it controlled it. The populations of the bee are so down. The price of almonds can rise. And my pumpkins are not obtaining polinizadas.

I found a site in line that it explains how to polinizar by hand, and now I have polinizado three flores.

http://www.pumpkinnook.com/howto/pollen.htm

Esperanzadamente my harvest of the pumpkin is saved.

Now: in the problem in I mend of the tomato. I discovered in a one of the dead pumpkin flowers caterpillar, that I identified like "looper of cabbage". I have begun the hunting these and feeding them the spiders that live around my house. Please enjoyed triptych here. Grieved first photo he is defocused, but I think that you obtain the best sense of inchworm-like the attitude of the spiders of looper.

My will obtain fat spiders!

American eagle!