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Low populations increase and become high populations, which crash and the episode begins over. Significant Gypsy Moth population and defoliation first occurred in the Clare-Midland area and moved up the central portion of the Lower Peninsula. As new infestations were discovered, regulatory policy shifted from trying to eradicate the gypsy moth to a policy of containment in the late s. The Township has assumed primary responsibility for Gypsy Moth management. Since Bloomfield Township, together with the National Gypsy Moth Management Group, has implemented an integrated pest management approach to reduce and contain the Gypsy Moth problem.

The goal is to control the pest and minimize the economic, social and environmental costs. Components of the program include: public education, intensive biological monitoring and treatment plus evaluation. Such surveys are conducted at permanently established survey locations to determine Gypsy Moth population, density and health, susceptibility and vulnerability of trees and infestation trends.

This yellow tag is placed on trees that grow within the survey areas. The fungus, E maimaig a a biological organism , has been cited as the key factor in the reduction of Gypsy Moth populations. Personnel from the Management Group apply the fungus to targeted trees in sites around the Township in the spring. If determined necessary another control measure, of selective ground spray application of Bacillus thuringiensis Bt is a naturally occurring bacterium by a private firm is combined with inoculation of the fungus.

Concerns of residents are addressed through the season. A final report from the company is submitted in the winter for review and determination of future actions. The Gypsy Moth is in the same category of insects as moths and butterflies that feeds on tree foliage. While oak tree leaves are the favorite food of a Gypsy Moth, they will feed on more than species of trees, shrubs and vines. Michigan abounds with susceptible trees, including oak, birch, willow, crabapple, maple, aspen, basswood, linden and tamarack.

It stands for Bacillus thuringiensis , a bacterium that occurs naturally in the soil and is known to be fatal to Gypsy Moth. A commercial preparation is used to reduce Gypsy Moth populations. Bt kills caterpillars, but it is not harmful to humans, fish, wild animals or plants.

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I have found an excuse for indulging a pet weakness. As I said, it is not merely the new and expensive toys that attract me; I think my weakest corner is where the penny boxes lie, the wooden tea-things with the above-named flower in miniature , the soldiers on their lazy tongs, the nine-pins, and the tiny farm. It tried me in childhood, when I was often short of pence, and when 'the Feast' came once a year. It never tried me more than on one occasion, lately, when I was revisiting my old home. I had children with me of course I find children, somehow, wherever I go , and when we got into the fair, there were children of people whom I had known as children, with just the same love for a monkey going up one side of a yellow stick and coming down the other, and just as strong heads for a giddy-go-round on a hot day and a diet of peppermint lozenges, as their fathers and mothers before them.

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There were the very same names—and here and there it seemed the very same faces—I knew so long ago. A few shillings were indeed well expended in brightening those familiar eyes: and then there were the children with me. Besides, there really did seem to be an unusually nice assortment of things, and the man was very intelligent in reference to his wares :.

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Well, well! It was two o'clock P. A favourite walk in old times. As I turned out of the booth, my foot struck against one of the yellow sticks of the climbing monkeys. The monkey was gone, and the stick broken. It set me thinking as I walked along. I recalled a young lady I knew, whose room was adorned with knick-knacks of a kind I had often envied. They were not plaster figures, old china, wax-work flowers under glass, or ordinary ornaments of any kind.

They were her old toys. Perhaps she had not had many of them, and had been the more careful of those she had. She had certainly been very fond of them, and had kept more of them than any one I ever knew.


A faded doll slept in its cradle at the foot of her bed. A wooden elephant stood on the dressing-table, and a poodle that had lost his bark put out a red-flannel tongue with quixotic violence at a windmill on the opposite corner of the mantelpiece. Everything had a story of its own. Indeed the whole room must have been redolent with the sweet story of childhood, of which the toys were the illustrations, or like a poem of which the toys were the verses.

She used to have children to play with them sometimes, and this was a high honour.


She is married now, and has children of her own, who on birthdays and holidays will forsake the newest of their own possessions to play with 'mamma's toys. It was born and bred with me, and I fancy will stay with me till I die. The soothing scents of leaf mould, moss, and fern not to speak of flowers —the pale green veil in spring, the rich shade in summer, the rustle of the dry leaves in autumn, I suppose an old woman may enjoy all these, my dears, as well as you.

But I think I could make 'fairy jam' of hips and haws in acorn cups now, if any child would be condescending enough to play with me. I was hot and tired; partly with the mid-day heat and the atmosphere of the fair, partly with the exertion of calculating change in the purchase of articles ranging in price from three farthings upwards.

The tree under which I sat was an old friend. There was a hole at its base that I knew well. Two roots covered with exquisite moss ran out from each side, like the arms of a chair, and between them there accumulated year after year a rich, though tiny store of dark leaf-mould. We always used to say that fairies lived within, though I never saw anything go in myself but wood beetles. There was one going in at that moment.

I bent my head for a few seconds, and, closing my eyes, drank in the delicious and suggestive scents of earth and moss about the dear old tree. I had been so long parted from the place that I could hardly believe that I was in the old familiar spot. Surely it was only one of the many dreams in which I had played again beneath those trees! But when I reopened my eyes there was the same hole, and, oddly enough, the same beetle or one just like it.

I had not noticed till that moment how much larger the hole was than it used to be in my young days. I think I was a good deal absorbed in considering the size of the hole, and the very foolish wish that seized me to do what I had often longed to do in childhood, and creep in. I had so much regard for propriety as to see that there was no one to witness the escapade.

Then I tucked my skirts round me, put my spectacles into my pocket for fear they should get broken, and in I went. A wood is charming enough no one appreciates it more than myself , but, if you have never been there, you have no idea how much nicer it is inside than on the surface. Oh, the mosses—the gorgeous mosses! The fretted lichens! The fungi like flowers for beauty, and the flowers like nothing you have ever seen! I could stand up now quite well, and I wandered on till dusk in unwearied admiration.

I was among some large beeches as it grew dark, and was beginning to wonder how I should find my way not that I had lost it, having none to lose , when suddenly lights burst from every tree, and the whole place was illuminated. The nearest approach to this scene that I ever witnessed above ground was in a wood near the Hague in Holland.