Today my nephew came over to mow the lawn. I hate doing yard work alone. Hmmm. I hate walking alone. I'm sensing a theme. Alone is not my friend. Anyway, while he was mowing I decided to clean up some weeds. I piled them by the garage where they make great bedding for the stray cats. They love it there. Basically it's a compost pile.
He's working in the alley and cleared out some of the weeds —I've given up trying to grow flowers there— and I noticed on the retaining wall a large vine root. I went into the garage and cut the root at the bottom and began to pull it. The vine wasn't on my property. It went across the sidewalk and up the side of the garage. I pulled it again.
All the vine on this section of the garage came out. I kept rolling it up. My nephew stood there with the OMG look on his face. Finally I thought I had it all and took it to the pile.
I came back to get the clippers and I noticed some just hanging there. So I pulled it again. More came off. I just stopped. I was afraid this one fine was attached to the whole garage and maybe the renters like it. I saw spotted lantern flies and killed them. Maybe about six.
Then I look down and there are many spotted lantern flies. Clearly this was a grape vine. I killed many. My niece kept saying there's another one. This mass of vine is a hot spot for SLF. Next spring I'll spray it with dish soap water. It doesn't hurt the plants but the SLF eggs die.
This whole time I am to the right of the compost bin. He is on the left. I go to hop off the retaining wall and catch my foot in the vine and go splat. Karma sucks. Thankfully he wasn't nearer with the weed whacker.
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