When I was a boy, my brother Earl and I used to have to go out and pick the potato bugs off the plants, because we needed those potatoes to eat in the winter. We'd just take a stick and brush them off into a pail. They were about as big as a beetle and boy did those bugs breed fast! By the time we reached the end of a row, we'd walk back to the beginning and the plants would be covered in bugs again.
Earl and I used to enjoy it when we were sent out into the garden to weed. The plants were high enough that we could lay down between the rows and no one could see us. We'd pull a weed or two every now and then, just so we'd have something to show for it if we were caught, but otherwise, we would just lay there in the warm dirt, enjoying the sunshine.
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Heather, I love the blog. So sweet --- and yes,I have done this very thing as well as recently as last summer. Picking these bugs was my job as a child as well.
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