After a recent 3rd and 4th grade pool party at my home, I noticed a wet spot on the brick patio that had attracted the attention of several small insects. I simply assumed that one of the partygoers had spilled their juice box. I washed it off with the hose and didn’t give it a second thought.
However, when not only the spot, but also the bugs returned on the following day I was a wee-bit more intrigued.
As I knelt down at the spot to investigate the eight inch diameter, insect infested spot, I was almost hit by a drop of something from above. Looking up I saw two foaming white spots on one of the lower branches of my red oak tree and the words BEER TREE flashed in my memory.
That’s when I saw the inch and a half long bugs. These guys are boring beetles, and they were the brew-misters who had first opened my tree keg back in 2009. Matthew the Arborist told me that, while it can be a little messy, it doesn’t hurt the tree.
So what’s up at the Atkinson house?
Looks like we’re busy brewing tree beer and giving all the critters in the neighborhood an easy fix.
And so I’ve got this tree growing right in the middle of my patio.
And for now it’s open bar…
2 comments:
Well you see that's the problem with beer an alcoholics. It never really stops. The baby possums are now, what? possum teenagers? And they've been practically raised on your tree beer.
Only you.
Hmm...I haven't seen the possums recently. My guess is they've moved on to the hard stuff. You know, vodka, scotch or rum trees.
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