When should I celebrate this year's Great Bugpocalypse?
Like a lot of places, it's been a gross, hot, humid, buggy summer here. Let's take it as read that I understand the ecological necessity of bugs and celebrate their place in the great web of life, but fuck summer and fuck bugs.
Sometime soon, nighttime temperatures will drop low enough to kill off this year's crop of necessary but horrible awful and need to die screaming bugs, or at least drive them underground in their shame at their own being and for whatever deeds in past lives brought them to this low place. My goal is to, on the appropriate night, sit down with a nice mug of hot cider or hot choclety milk and toast the their demise by the zillion and then settle down to enjoy several months of blessed peace outside.
The question is, when is the appropriate night? The first night it drops below 45F/5C? Below freezing? The second night below freezing? Yes, yes, I know that all bugs are differently horrible and that no answer will suit for all possible bugs, just a best general guess will do. |
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