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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

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