In part 1 of the weevil dead (Dad, it’s a pun on the horror film The Evil Dead, OK?) we talked about a beetle that lays its eggs in a certain type of palm tree, causing it to wilt in the sun like a drunk spectator watching cricket at Lord’s.
We now have first-hand experience of them, including their Crème Anglaise-like innards. Back home, the unsettling ratcheting noise of stag beetles at dusk in summer resembles the weevil – although here it’s more of a buzz.
Here’s a photo: (i) excavating the base of the palm; (ii) preparing the poison; and (iii) inserting a long thing into a drilled hole to administer it. Also a 20-second film showing the plump larvae’s rippling bodies. Finish your supper before watching.
The tree is unlikely to survive but we’ll try our best to save it. In life, something must die.
[UPDATE: 4 days later. yep, it’s dead]
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