What is a slightly bugaphobic (not technically), faints in the sun, not-really-a-green-thumb, girl doing, gardening?
I’ll tell you. I wanted to. 🙂 But I started wondering, myself, this morning.
This morning, I started freaking out when I went to show my plants to a family member – a bug had eaten some of the leaf. Always one to notice something (they helped my garden not die multiple times in the last place we lived) they glossed over the leaf, “That’s to be expected, honey, it’s okay” and went to another leaf, “Ooh, you need to take that off.”
“Aah!” I cried. There was a spider-web on the leaf. I shrieked when she started to handle the leaf. A ugly looking fat tan spider came hurtling out of there.
But I stuck to my guns, with the confidence and help my FM supplied, “Uh. So I need to take of the whole leaf, or uh, just the uh… oh, okay just the web. Okay, I can do that.”
Then they recommended a soapy water solution to ward off aphids (we had seen one that morning) and help with anything else.
The sun was creeping over the deck the plants were on, and when the sun came over all of it, I knew the bee would come, and possibly the wasp which liked coming with him.
So I quickly made up the soap solution and tenderly applied it to each leaf.
When it came to applying it to one of the plants I had seen a bug on, I was nervous. As I applied it to the leaf, and didn’t know where the bug was, I sang soprano opera.
“Get off my plant, aaaahhh!!!”
Nearing the end of application, I bug whizzed by my ear, and I was pretty sure it was a bee. I yip-shrieked, like normal, but held my ground, until every leaf, stalk, and plant was treated.
As I stood, I felt good – eager to get inside, but feeling like I did something wonderful. 🙂