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APHID ATTACK

 


Our rooftop garden is in two parts. First are the waterlilies. In each tub there are two different coloured ones. The second part is Adeniums. With more than eighty different colours just sprouting to life, they should be in full bloom by May.

 

I do a customary visit to the rooftop garden every evening. Water has to be topped up. Fish have to be fed and a cursory inspection around helps. Minor issues can be sorted out immediately. Fish and birds wait for me. Fish for their daily meal and birds enjoy a drink and pose for me.

 

Yesterday, after clicking some birds, one Bulbul was most excited and kept following me from tub to tub. I thought, probably she was looking for insects or sometimes an odd dead fish floats to the surface which these girl relish. I left her to hop around and took a nice closeup of hers.

 

When I downloaded the photo, it came as a shock to me that there were blisters on that waterlily leaf. It could be an insect attack, was the second thought. I was right. ‘Aphids’, a kind of insect, had infested it. Soon they would drill through the leaves making small holes leaving it pockmarked and suck out all the juice from the leaves. This I had experienced last year but then the infestation had cleared off on its own. Why did they attack this waterlily was a matter of concern?

 

Waterlilies are flowering now. I dream that one day all colours would bloom simultaneously. That would be the day. But having these weird insects around on their delicate leaves would spoil the fun.

 

A thought passed through my mind that could these birds who come to eat insects be carrying ‘aphid eggs’ from some other plant or place. Do aphids fly in on their own? How do they know which leaf to attack and gnaw? All these questions were eating me.

 

I prepared my home-made concoction to spray on these insects. I brew a mild emulsion of liquid hand-wash, Dettol and some Lizol (used for cleaning the floor). ‘Handwash’ actually covers their skin from where these insects breathe. Dettol enters the skin of both mealy bugs and aphids and kills them. Any insect still surviving are executed by Lizol. Lizol claims to kill 99% germs of the floor, so it has to be effective with these teeny-weeny mites. It works for me for other plants too. Chemicals are only used when the infestation is beyond control.

 

Having filled the contents in a cold drink bottle and attached a spray nozzle, I was on the pigs back. There was a little feeling of vengeance within. How could they invade my garden?

 

When I reached the roof, the first thing I did was to feed the fish. They wait desperately. Otherwise, they have enough algae to eat. To start with, I inspected the tub where I had photographed the bulbul last evening. I couldn’t find any aphids. I carried out a thorough scan but just could not find them. They couldn’t have migrated overnight.

 

I was worried about the fish after spraying these chemicals. Though in aerosol form, still some portions could mix with water and be inhaled by the fish. I saved myself the guilt of harming the fish. Then I realised that it was my friend Bulbul and her friends who must have enjoyed the juicy meal. By evening, not a single aphid was visible.

 

Why do Aphids attack such soft and delicate leaves? The reason is the nitrogen content in the leaves. Aphids love to suck out the sap from them. Manuring, which I had done while repotting in Feb as the water lilies were showing signs of growth was the main reason. Nitrogen rich mixture of vermicompost, leaf compost with a little bit of mustard and neem cake had done wonders for plant growth. That is why the waterlilies became vulnerable to an aphid attack. A point to note.

 

Once they come, they infest the neighbouring tubs also. I would have to keep a close watch on their activity. Lady bugs, also munch on aphids and mites. They are yet to appear on the scene. Till then, I have lots of bulbuls friends who have promised to take care of all such infestations. They helped me avoid spraying on the plants. I thank them for that.

 

Aphids form a dense cluster which is a form of defence for them. But a bird understands their behaviour and picks them up one by one. Aphid attacks lead to curling and drying of leaves and sometimes stunted growth of plants. Now that they are gone, it doesn’t mean I should become complacent.

 

Have your plants been infested by Aphids anytime? I wonder!!!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

© ® NOEL ELLIS



BULBUL ENJOYING AN APHID


APHID INFESTATION ON WATERLILY LEAVES IN THE BACKGROUND




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