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Cucumber Beetle

These very pretty, striped or spotted beetles have become my nemesis this summer! Beware of these awful little creatures. I have not come across too many solutions to removing them. Apparently, waking up very early in the morning while they are feeding, then plucking them from cucumbers and squashes, is the most effective way to ridding oneself of them.

I decided to write a poem as a tribute to these little buggers.

Cucumber Beetles

LiftLift
under there?
pick
lift
pick
pick
cucumber beetle
cucumber beetle
squish, squish
lift
damnit!!! my flower!!!!
squish

lift
cuCumbeRrr -- beeTle
DAMNIT!
CUUUUUUUUUUUUU CUMMMMMMM BER BEEEETLE
STAY OOOOOOF my CUUUUUUUU CUUUMMMMM BERRRRRS!

ska wissh!


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