
I think I might have found a new method on bag worm control.

You see the little man truly believes that he will play short stop for the Yankees, wear number two and be a switch hitter. Great trait's for a 4 year old don't ya think?


Anywhoo... as I sat on our front porch the other night watching Gabe practice off his tee. I glanced over at my Blue Atlas Cedar tree and gasped! Bag worms! They come and go around here and I had a mighty large case on my hand.
So after pulling them off by hand yuck! (This may be a form of punishment I devy out in the future) I noticed they were inching their way back to my tree.

I called Gabe over to take a look. Daddy was being impatient as I was distracting him from "squashing the bug". A method taught by coaches to help kiddos learn good form. So I had Gabe take a break and "squash my bugs" and he loved it!

In between practicing hitting from his left to right I would have him come "squash" a new pile of bugs I had picked off. You can see them on the sidewalk to the house.

Because off in the wee distance his sister is sweeping off the neighbors drive! She won't even touch a broom at our house anymore. That little stinker.

You see the little man truly believes that he will play short stop for the Yankees, wear number two and be a switch hitter. Great trait's for a 4 year old don't ya think?


Anywhoo... as I sat on our front porch the other night watching Gabe practice off his tee. I glanced over at my Blue Atlas Cedar tree and gasped! Bag worms! They come and go around here and I had a mighty large case on my hand.
So after pulling them off by hand yuck! (This may be a form of punishment I devy out in the future) I noticed they were inching their way back to my tree.

I called Gabe over to take a look. Daddy was being impatient as I was distracting him from "squashing the bug". A method taught by coaches to help kiddos learn good form. So I had Gabe take a break and "squash my bugs" and he loved it!

In between practicing hitting from his left to right I would have him come "squash" a new pile of bugs I had picked off. You can see them on the sidewalk to the house.
Lucky for me that I have such a great helper around.

Because off in the wee distance his sister is sweeping off the neighbors drive! She won't even touch a broom at our house anymore. That little stinker.

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