Sunday, March 3, 2013
A Hole In My Head
I've been thinking about building a insect hotel for a couple of years now, all part of my quest to bring beneficial insects into the great St Augustine desert that is my neighborhood. When I saw a picture of hôtels à abeilles I was even more determined to build one.
And then my trees started to die. I had two Arizona Ash trees in my front yard and one of them was beginning to die - the one closest to the house, of course. I had an arborist come out to take a look at it, and while it would probably take about three years to completely die, having that monster next to my house was worrisome. Of course the problem was that if one tree came down, the other one would need to go also. The canopies were interwoven and the remaining tree would be completely lopsided - posting yet another hazard. So I made the decision to cut them down and plant new trees.
Now I'm not saying that I cut down my trees in order to have material for my bug hotel. But I was delighted at the prospect that I wouldn't have to scrounge too far to find wood.
Be careful what you wish for.
Of course the idea for these pieces is to provide shelter for ladybugs, wasps, and possibly bees. Most bees in Texas are ground dwellers and won't be too interested in these wooden homes.
If nothing else they are cool looking.
Did I mention they were ash? I think I got carpal tunnel drilling those holes. Not the smartest thing I've ever done, but hopefully worth it.