Sorry I've been so silent lately. I had the flu followed by bronchitis and a weeks-long sinus infection, so between that and work and freelance assignments, there wasn't much time to spend on the computer. Dad will be disappointed to hear that I have started biking to work but have not been posting my mileage to the blog.
Ontario is discussing a province-wide ban on cosmetic pesticide use. Go Ontario! It's hard to imagine this flying here, but there is always hope. My condo association sprayed all the lawns last week but didn't put up adequate signage; I didn't even realize the green behind my unit had been sprayed until several days later, and of course the kids were running all over it. Time to complain to the board, though of course they made a motion last year to look into non-pesticide alternatives, and nothing has come of it. I have an alternative for them: don't f***ing spray. It's just a lawn, after all.
I have spent my fair share of time around pesticide proponents (the University of Wisconsin has a department dedicated to lawn research, I kid you not), and they tell me that pesticides are necessary to prevent nymphs and nematodes from chewing up grass roots and leaving big bald spots in the lawn; and that bald spots lead to run-off, and that pollutes the lakes, and so on and so forth. But our lawns are already pocked with bald spots (most of which seem to be due either to (1) water pooling in low spots or (2) snow plows -- you can tell by looking at them that they are not nematode-caused), and the lawncare folks never reseed; they just f***ing spray.
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