Hungry Holler is lousy with Japanese beetle romance. The yin/yang of life is writ small but multitudinous in Japanese beetles. They’re dang pretty: metallic bronze-green, shiney. They’re affectionate to one another. They thoughtfully devour leaves on my roses, wild grapevine, the new jewel weed WFH gifted me recently and that were thriving until Japanese beetles turned them into the insect equivalent of hot mattress joints–so you can get up close to their amorous encounters. Son Judd, many years ago, breathlessly exclaimed that bugs were “giving rides” on mama’s plants. They make music. I can hear them rattle and jingle [...]