Ahhh Spring. It’s that time of year when the greenhouse gardener’s thoughts and dreams turn to … aphids.
Specifically, to how to make them go away.
Based on my research, the spring aphids that are congregating on my radish leaves and broccoli seedlings are probably green peach aphids, even though they are not green. Whitney Cranshaw states in Garden Insects of North America that this aphid is “one of the most commonly damaging aphids of greenhouse crops.” I have questions about Cranshaw’s syntax (What do you think? Should “commonly” modify “damaging,” or should “common” modify “damaging insects”) but none at all regarding his entomological prowess. I will accept that my brown aphids are really green. If Whitney C. says so.
|Note the ghosts of aphids past.|
I got very excited seeing ghostly, leggy forms scattered among the plump marauders. The lacewing eggs I scattered two months ago must be hatching (!), I thought, and tiny lacewings are sucking the sweet life out of the plant suckers. But no. Between birth and adulthood, which takes all of 8 days, the aphids molt four times. The white forms are the skins they’ve shed along the way.
The thing about aphids is, if you miss them early on, your crop is doomed, your ship has sunk. Embryos start forming in their grandmother, making it possible for an adult female to give birth to as many as a dozen live nymphs a day. (1) Count it up: that’s 84 a week. From a single aphid. Meanwhile all those babies are shedding and maturing and, by the end of the week, having live babies of their own. I will leave it to the mathematician to calculate a sum total after a month of unchecked reproduction, should you miss that initial batch of a dozen or so aphids.
Trust me: It is a big, big number.
And this is why, when the box of 4500 Asian ladybugs (Hippodamia convergens) arrived at my door late Friday afternoon, I rushed right over to the greenhouses to release them. No, these are not the same Asian ladybugs that enter your house in winter and crawl around on your windows and walls, in case you were wondering. Those are Harmonia axyridis. They look very similar, but they’re not the same. According to Whitney C.
|Prey is multitudinous. And conveniently slow!|
I watered the greenhouses well, and tenderly situated my new allies in protected places. I nestled them among the carrot foliage and gave them shelter beneath broad leaves of chard, I gently shook a few out of the bag to populate the weeds along the greenhouse edges and rested others in the dried remains of last fall’s nasturtium vines. The next day, Easter Sunday, was cloudy and rainy—perfect for rest and recuperation after a 2-day journey from Arizona, cramped 281 (give or take a few) per cubic inch.
On Monday (I am making an assumption here) they reveled in the bounty. What ladybug would not be thrilled to come upon a batch of tender, newly hatched, sap-sucking insects. What ladybug would not get right to work consuming their quota of about 22 aphids a day. After all—and this is a fact—unless she eats aphids, she will not lay sticky bunches of yellow eggs that, in a little over a month, will become hungry larvae. A built-in mechanism causes the developing eggs to be reabsorbed into her body unless there is a proper food supply about.(1) How civilized.
But, assuming that aphids abound (which they do, in an April greenhouse that has been kept above freezing all winter), what happens next is a thrilling thought to one who wakes up to dreams of hoards of hungry sucking beasts destroying crops of baby bok choy: When the ladybug larva emerges from the yellow egg and encounters an aphid, it bites a hole in the body and sucks out the contents. Then it pumps the liquid back into the body and sucks it out several times to effectively mix the innards of their victim with digestive juices.(2) The mere thought makes my sleep more restful.
|Grey cabbage aphids like the cool weather of fall.|
As a gardener, it’s difficult not to think in terms of the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s easy to presume that one is winning the game, that ladybugs will solve the problem (and my, aren’t we clever). The truth, however, is far more intricate. The grey cabbage aphids of fall are still hanging about in small clumps here and there, waiting. Waiting for the tides to turn, waiting for the savoy cabbage to make an appearance, so that they can take instant advantage of its protective crinkles and give almost immediate birth to practically countless young who will keep the cycle alive. I will refrain from planting brassicas in certain problem areas in spring. I will put distance between the consumer and its favorite food. It may work. It may not.
As savvy as I think I am with my ladybugs and my strategic planting plan, my means are primitive in comparison to those of the tiny aphid, whose hollow stylus, thinner than a human hair, both pierces and sucks; who comes equipped with exudation tubes that drip sweet honeydew so rich in sugars that ants will protect the exuders so as to keep the tap flowing; whose generation time can be a mere 10 days, which allows them to adapt and evolve as circumstances change. Who does not give birth unless there is an adequate food supply. Who (unlike us, who must eat carrots and yams) can produce its own carotenoids! (3)
"Treating your adversary with respect is giving him an advantage to which he is not entitled," said poet, writer, and moralist Samuel Johnson. I disagree. The mighty aphid is deserving of respect.