What I Am Learning by Murphy Doodle

I am Murphy Doodle, writer and people lover.

I am two years old now whatever that means to people but I am still the same writer I have always been

Letty said I had to use CAPITAL letters when i write...it is hard for a dog to hit two keys at once but i am learning

I like to write about what I see and smell...mostly smell

one day letty turned to jack and said that I had a keen eye for squirrels

I think she meant that I could smell squirrels and see them run on the fence and in the trees…I think that is what keen means

There are little mice running in letty's garden and i try to catch them everyday so they will not hurt letty...once when i caught one she screamed like it was wrong...i dropped the mouse and ran away

Once maybe twice when I was a puppy  and very small I saw a square flat thing on the table and mice where on top…they didn’t move and I couldn’t smell them but it bothered me to see them in the house…

I decided to sneak up on the mice and kill them before letty got home…it was very difficult to kill them…worst of all they didn’t move or even smell like mice…I chewed an chewed on the corners of the box until I was tired of the taste…the mice didn’t move so I guess they were dead  

When Letty came in the room she picked up the box and scolded me in a loud scary voice that made me hang my head and feel really bad on the inside…she didn’t understand  that I wanted to protect her from the mice

Next she picked up boxes everywhere and said these are BOOKS, MURPHY…do not eat BOOKS and she pointed a finger in my face and hugged the BOOK (box)  i think that means i need to learn a new people word called books...she has books everywhere but i will not eat them ever again

One time I chewed on letty’s purple eye glasses because I was lonely and wanted to be by her side…when she saw what I had done she shook her head sideways (that means no in body language) and then she scolded me again and said NO NO NO

Later she invited me to sit on her lap and she petted me….so she did not stay mad at me very long

I have chews everywhere now so i do not get in trouble

 

I wag my tail a lot now that I am older because I am always happy to be in my home and I do not chew up things like I did when I was little

 

 

 

 

Bag Worms! Really?

 

This "Old Gold Juniper" shrub grows quite well in our Oklahoma soil, and most commonly referred to as an Evergreen, or in the case of this true story, it is called a "Damnable Bag Worm Bush."

Somewhere in between Independence, Kansas Country club and the Miami Golf and Country club or better yet between the ages of 4 and 10 years old, I found a thrill in picking bag worms off the evergreens bushes at the country club where we lived in Kansas. When we moved to Miami, Ok the bag worms once again greeted me in the early summer months.

How my father ever managed to make it fun is beyond me. My mother did nothing but suggest that her little girl was not the right age to do such dirty work. To which I more than likely said, "I can do it!

In Kansas, the caddies who showed up daily at the club for work were assigned to picking the bag worms, and landscaping jobs if they were not caddying. Since I followed them around everywhere, dad decided to teach me how to take care of the evergreens in our yard, rather than have me "wonder of to the ends of the earth" as my mother often yelled at my father. 

I think the trick or the thrill must have be pulling the sticky bag worms off and dropping them in a Folger's Coffee can filled with one--two inches of gasoline. I learned, by orneriness and observation, how to squeeze them out of the sticky brown bag and squash them flat. (I can't believe I am even writing this or recalling it.)

If I didn't put the bag worms in the coffee can with gasoline then one by one they would crawl out of the can or container and drop to the ground where I watched the brown bag wiggle like a worm before I stepped on it. 

The Miami Country club in the 1950's planted rows and rows of these lovely evergreens along the driveway entrance, and on the golf course near tee boxes. Summer after summer in my childhood years I would help dad pick bag worms. My younger sister, Jonya, joined us in the gross pleasure of picking the bagworms by hand. She especially loved squeezing them.  We were not alone, as the greenskeeper's staff and caddies most often did the job. 

When our coffee cans "runneth over" we dumped them in nearby trash barrels. The greenskeeper would take the barrels out to the shed, away from the golf course, then drop a match into the barrel and watch it go up in flames.  

Occasionally, to my delight and the kids who gathered round (the boys often volunteered to leave the swimming pool to pick nearby bag worms) dad would have us dump the containers with worms and gasoline into a nearby barrel. When everyone from the swimming pool to the upstairs breezeway was watching, dad would drop a lighted match into the barrel and boom. Our screams filled the air. Life on the golf course, as the golf pro's daughter, was never dull.

Somewhere in between my teenage years and my senior adult years I lost interest in picking bag worms. However, Mother Nature seem to dictate what gardeners and gardens must endure. In June of this year, I saw my first bag worm in our back yard. Naturally, it was not ONE bagworm, but one entire side of our glorious "Old Golden Juniper" bush, covered in wiggling brown bags.

It took me several days to build up the nerve to pick the bag worms, one by one. Being rather cautious, I choose not to use gasoline and I certainly did not have a Folger's Coffee can nearby. 

Instead, I dropped each one that didn't stick to my fingers into a plastic cup. I frequently yelped with disgust as the worms stuck to me. Squashing them when they dropped to the ground felt purely disgusting. Where was that five year old child when I needed her. 

This detestable bagworm could be a Star Wars creature in my imagination.

Then I faced a dilemma...what to do with the bagworms, since I could not toss them into a barrel and watch the explosion? Panic set in. I sealed the squiggling brown bags in a container until I could google the answer.

The easiest way to get rid of bagworms is to cut off the bags by hand and destroy them. Lift branches, clip off bagworm egg sacks, and drop them into the buckets of water with dish soap, making sure they are submerged fully. Dump the soaked bagworms into a sealed plastic bag and throw them in your trash. 

Who was to know that Dawn detergent could solve my dilemma? Thanks to the golf pro and Google, I think I can handle anything that Mother Nature sends my way.

Another one of Mother Nature's challenges is shared at:

Hail. Oh! Hail.