Eek! A termite!
After letting go of my skirts and climbing down from the garden fence, I confirmed my sighting. Termites.
I was turning the soil in the tomato beds and I could see a big scoop of winged buggies and several companion, pale, amber-tipped crawlers, blindly scooting through the dirt. After some additional jedi-inspired soil smashing with my rake, I stopped to wonder if they were good for the dirt or not.
Not, I decided and continued my pummeling.
Then I stooped and crushed with my fingers, combing through the dirt, unearthing them, sifting them, destroying them!
As it turns out, they are probably not good for the plants and will eat the stems. Or, they are good for the dirt and carry organic matter just like ants. Well, whatever. My wife has a term for insects in the house (the ones I frequently save by guiding them gently outside) – trespassers. In my garden all benevolent feeling for bugs seems to leave me. They are, in fact, trespassers.
Turning the soil is a good way to eliminate them. They don’t like to be disturbed. Pinching each of the several hundred of them is satisfying also.
It’s typical to find several colonies of termites in a lawn so I’m not too worried. But if I catch them even looking at my tomato bed again, I will not hesitate to bring the full force of my personal, chemical-free, shock and awe down upon them.
Just as soon as I stop shrieking like a little girl.