When we arrived in Southern Georgia, I saw yet another Virginia bug. It seems like the more I kill, the more I see. Totally disgusted and having fits, I started to clean and remove every single item from each and every cabinet, moved couches, cleaned closets, inspected clothing and shoes. Needless to say, I have now cleaned every single inch of the unit and thankfully haven’t seen one since. I now find out that these little creatures are called:
“The brown marmorated stink bug has invaded Southwest Virginia and surrounding areas with a vengeance, after travelling down from Pennsylvania via East Asia a little more than a decade ago. They’re characterized by a marbled brown color, a shield-like shape, and scent glands on the abdomen and thorax that produce a pungent odor.”
Since I hadn’t seen the pesky bugs for a day or so, I thought it was over, but to my surprise, two of those disgusting bugs chose to make themselves part of the walls. John’s cousin told me they were Kudzu beetles and that they were common in the south and furthermore, that they multiply like crazy. Great, just great!
We went to the football game, which Miami won! We met up with Rick Jr., who turned 40 on the 19th, along with some of his longtime friends.
When we left Virginia and headed to Chapel Hill, North Carolina for the UM v. UNC football game and the little suckers followed us. The just kept appearing in odd spots in the unit. One behind the couch, then the next day another on the ceiling in the bedroom at night, another on the floor in the carpet, another in the walls by the door and I was going nuts.
We went up the lift of Loon Mountain Ski Resort
We then drove around Lake Winnipesaukee
And now, on to the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia
We picked Ashley and her crewmates up and brought them to the campground for a lobster and salmon dinner. Yummy.
Laura Butts and Craig Parzynski, friends of Katrina’s, to eat at Pepe’s Pizza, which is well known small establishment in New Haven. The pizza was delicious!
We drove Ashley back to the Ticonderoga which was docked for maintenance in Westbrook. Soon she takes off for the Caribbean.
A typical street in Westbrook
The following day we took a ferry to Long Island from New London, Connecticut and this time we left Jackson in the campground to be cared for by the manager’s children. The day was going to be very long so I’m sure he appreciated that.
Tailgating at Stoneybrook Yacht Club —- Ooh la la…..
Old time friend George Phillips