Tales of an eccentric family stupid enough to move to the modern frontier.
Pine Bugs
A poem.
Pine bugs here, pine bugs there
Pine bugs they are everywhere
Little smelly sticky things
Fly around on crispy wings
If you try to flick them off
They will stick like glue to cloth
Think that they’re a yellow jacket
Freak you out until you whack it
Knobbly legs with little claws
Eat them pine nuts with their jaws
Found one in my swimming suit
Found one crawling up my boot
Summer find them high and low
Never find them in the snow
Although they may seem annoying
Pine trees are what they’re destroying
Notice the fly with the attitude. I had to follow this little pine bug/beetle around the table to get a couple of good pics of him and this fly shows up and he’s like “this my piece of paper ya’ll”. Pine bug just says “ya, whatever”.
I live with my family, two cats, and at any given moment: ten dear, two turkeys, ten chicks, ten billion ants, ten thousand bees and wasps, two white rabbits, twenty angry squirrels, one occasional bear ( occasional works for me), a couple of snakes, the neighbor's stray dogs, and one very friendly skunk.
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2 thoughts on “Pine Bugs”
I don’t mind the bugs that are outside (my chickens will search and destroy) the ones that come inside, those are the ones that anger me.
I don’t mind the bugs that are outside (my chickens will search and destroy) the ones that come inside, those are the ones that anger me.
My son found one in his sleeping bag last year. He retired it and refuses to ever use it again.