Beetles, under my carpet, under my feet...Beetles, under my carpet, under my feet...
Well, not quite. For the past 3 hours or so (well again, not quite, because another hour's passed now) I've been dabbing away at my Dad's crassula plant with a tiny little paintbrush soaked in meths. The thing was covered in Mealy Bugs, which are officially Teh Suck. Apparently the usual treatment is Malathion, but apparently crassula are allergic to it (as my dad put it). As he was busy with other stuff, he got me to do the job instead.
I'm only glad it wasn't a bigger plant, it took so long to get them all -and due to the way the leaves are, many were very well hidden. I'm not certain I got them all, there would likely have been 2 or 3 left, but maybe I'll be able to see any survivors tomorrow. We're also probably going to repot the thing, especially because there's a chance the little bastards will have got into the roots. DIE, YOU DIRTY LITTLE FUCKSTICKS
For any mealy bugs reading this, sorry, it isn't anything personal.
I can't decide whether this woman is a troll or has some sort of personality disorder. She seems to have been "doing the rounds" in everybody's JEs recently. Really not sure what to make of her, much of what she says seems entirely random, or sounds like she's making some sort of joke or trying to be artsy or whatever, then every now and again she seems to come out with something pretty vitriolic for no obvious reason.
Reminds me of some of the GNAA stuff at times, or those Markov bots (you know, the ones that randomly generate vaguely meaningful looking text based on Markov chains. There was a "Markov Blogger" too IIRC). She also seems to produce JEs of a similar style at a phenomenal rate, and then delete them again (ATM the earliest is from the 11th, but I'd seen earlier ones before). Very odd.
Yeah yeah, "don't feed the trolls", but I never bought in to that philosophy 100%. If someone says or does something that's way out of line, I prefer to bring attention to the fact.
I had another JE I was going to do, but I can't be arsed now. My feet are soggy from having to water the garden, and I'm kind of tired, and I'm watching a spider possibly going to catch a clothes-moth that's on the window, although that's not relevant in any way shape or form. Fucking clothes moths. Hate them. Oh yeah, and I've still got more repotting to do, but I at least seem to have found a halfway decent soil mixture (although the proof of this will probably not be seen for a while).