Bombing Your Way to Fall
Posted on December 03 2020
Moving firewood and plants inside
Each year in late September and early October New Englanders bring things in for the winter.
Hoses, veggies still hanging on, figs trees, and of course our tropical plants and firewood.
Firewood stacked outside to dry for a year or two needs to be moved closer to the house. Indoor plants that spent their summers soaking up the sun and growing bigger need to retreat to warmer climates. Both come with the occasional, or multiple number of bugs creeping and crawling throughout.
I kill two bugs with one bomb.
Actually, thousands of bugs with five bombs.
Bomb those bugs back to earth from which they came. First, the firewood comes in the garage, stacked up against the wall on the landing next to the door to the house. It makes grabbing a canvas tote of dry firewood somewhat clean and warm throughout the Connecticut winter. The garage landing holds a little less than a cord from my guesstimation so it needs to be refilled halfway through the winter. It gets a chance to dry out, is right there for me – its nice to have an attached garage.
Then I begin the long process of bringing in the ever-growing volume of plants. I don’t buy as many plants as I used to – but new ones still find me. Most of the time it’s when a plant gets too big for someone - they know where to bring it to give it a good home. I am obsessed with propagating plant babies, starting them and then giving them away. This leads to bringing in more plants in the fall than I bought out in the summer.
I try my best to remove dirt around the pot as well as any visible cobwebs and little buggers. Easier typed than performed. I simply have too many potted indoor plants that spend their summers outdoors to gently wipe the top and bottom of each individual leaf. It would take me till June to get that done and I would invariably miss the key leaf that houses the bug condo where they all live.
I pack all the plants into the garage, tightly packed up against the stacks of firewood. I place plant stands and logs throughout the plants to provide some height and get ready. Each bug bomb has a little tab you need to depress and click in to get it going. I place each one where it will be going and then prepare to make a quick exit. Dog is outside, car is packed for the weekend.
I start one, then the next, then the next until all five are going. I try my best to hold my breath as I am running around but tend to get a little bit of that bug medicine in me each year. I close the garage doors and head out of Dodge for a day or two. It is not a perfect science, nor does it get rid of every little creature crawling through the wood, but it’s a safety measure and gives my mind a little bit of ease.
I have had years where little tiny gnats float around my house and Im OK with it. More recently I have difficulty telling the difference between bugs in my house and floaters in my eyes. It never gets old, I go to swat away a little bug flying in front of me only to realize it is a floater. That’s what four or five retina surgeries can do to an old man like myself.
As I have said this is in no way foolproof. Case in point, the other day I am sitting on my couch, reading a fantastic novel by Richard Powers and I heard a sound. Not a funny squeaking sound like a squirrel in my Christmas tree – but a munching sound. I soon realized it was coming from inside the stack of wood I keep inside the house next to the wood stove.
A little bug chewing away, oblivious to being bombed a month prior and to the relative warmth of my house. At the time I didn’t have the fire going but pinpointed the log to be the next up for when the fire was going again.
If you have a garage, enclosed space of some sort you may want to give this method a try. Again I don’t mind the little bugs flying around all that much, but don’t want wood chewers getting loose in my house that is built out of wood.
Enjoy the seasons.