Oops a Daisy

In books, irony is delightful. In the world, not always quite so much. As I pointed out a couple weeks back, a new biological weapon against Spotted Knapweed, the plant that Satan personally tends in Hell, which got out onto Earth through a portal somewhere in the Russian Steppes and has destroyed millions of acres of grassland here in the North American West, is, ta da, the Knapweed Root Weevil. To refresh your memory, here are my photographs (full of hope) of the weevils happily clambering through the knapweed jungle. Imagine my surprise when two days ago, I found one even more happily hanging out in my flower garden. Here she is…

Knapweed Root Weevil 

Hanging around the Gloriosa Daisies.

Well, so that’s not good. Maybe it’s because the knapweed is all shrivelled up now? The life cycles of these two species don’t match here? Or, because, given a choice, you know, wouldn’t you rather hang out with the daisies?

Magnificent Creature…

…eyeing me warily. This must be what the first astronauts on Mars are going to feel like.

Speaking of the daisies, here’s a photo of how my Fusion Reactor is doing in its second year of operation, on the slope across the path from my invader above…

Nuclear Fusion Reactor Hard at Work

It would be a shame to see this successful reaction shut down by the introduction of a beetle meant only to shut down the poisonous dirty knapweed reactor on the hillside.

Oh, the ironies. We should leave irony to the professionals. Poets, where are you when we need you?

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