Kingswood For Life Issue 2
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LISTEN TO THE LOONS<br />
Then along came the gypsy moth caterpillars. I?ll<br />
guess that is was the summer of 1982 that Alice and I<br />
arrived at camp to the horrifying sight of millions of<br />
leaf-eating pests, devouring everything green on the trees,<br />
including pine needles, once all the deciduous goodies<br />
were gone. I do not mean hand-picked leaves, like the<br />
yummy maples and oaks; I mean it when I say<br />
?everything? alive was food for the caterpillars.<br />
It was worse than winter, since not only were the<br />
trees barren of green, but the infestation continued down<br />
to the nubs of the leaves. And, caterpillars have bowels<br />
like the rest of living things, and they were constantly<br />
pooping. It got so bad that Alice started walking around<br />
during the sunny daytime with an umbrella.<br />
Finally, two days before the campers arrived, out<br />
of sheer desperation we hired an exterminator who<br />
showed up in a truck hauling a huge tank of chemicals.<br />
He attached a long fire hose and began bombing the tops<br />
of all the trees, working his way all the way to the bottom<br />
? one tree at a time. It took him hours to complete his<br />
task. ?What is that stuff?? we all inquired. ?Liquid<br />
Sevin,? he replied. ?But that is toxic to humans,? we<br />
insisted. ?I?m still alive today,? he shot back with a<br />
toothless grin.<br />
Anyway, the caterpillars started dropping from<br />
the vegetation as if they were hailstones in a summer<br />
storm. Each one hit the ground, gyrating in an<br />
involuntary spasm for a few seconds before dying. I can<br />
remember standing near a picnic table and watching at<br />
least a six-inch pile up of carcasses build<br />
up in about five minutes time. Naturally, the counselors<br />
present all began to mimic the caterpillars, lying on their<br />
backs and flailing hands and legs wildly to and fro.<br />
Miraculously, we had the whole mess cleaned up two days<br />
hence and boys arrived only to a wintry-looking setting.<br />
Of course, the summer was great, like all of them are.<br />
So, what the heck does this story have to do with our<br />
getting <strong>Kingswood</strong>? Plenty.<br />
Stay tuned.<br />
Little Bobby at center, 1951<br />
Wachusett era photos