A Curious Paucity of Ticks--Pushing Back On a Scary NY Times Article

I'd like to push back on an Aug. 20 article in the NY Times magazine about a rising tide of ticks. The article surely scared the bejesus out of anyone who ventured into its hellscape of graphic descriptions and imagery. One quote in the article recommends "staying out of the woods" to reduce the risk of tick bites and the panoply of diseases they can carry, yet it warns that even urbanites can no longer be assured "that glass, steel and pavement are a moat against woodsy threats." While deer ticks wait passively for a warm-blooded meal to come along, lone star ticks "can sense a target up to 15 yards away and aggressively pursue their prey." I try to imagine the logistics of verifying that claim of "up to 15 yards." 

The article's title, "The Summer the Ticks Took Over," stirs visions of hapless humanity reduced to cowering in a corner of the living room, scanning the perimeter for incoming ticks while clutching a can of bug spray. 

My experience, living in Princeton and spending long hours in the woods, on the trail and off, tells a much different story. The idea that good bugs, in particular the pollinators, are in decline while pests are on the rise seems only half true. Pollinators are noticeably declining, but in my experience so are ticks, house ants and spotted lantern flies. I work in woodlands and fields without much precaution and without apparent consequence. Tick checks come up empty. Similarly, the odorous house ants stopped invading our house several years ago. Spotted lantern flies, the oft-mentioned invader of recent years, have grown scarce in my part of town. 

The curious paucity of ticks goes beyond one perambulating land manager's observations. Others who work at Herrontown Woods report few if any ticks this year. One day I met two women who had driven from Long Island to Princeton's Herrontown Woods to take a walk in the woods. Their reason? Fewer encounters with ticks, which are way too numerous on Long Island. 

Does this good fortune extend to Princeton generally? I reached out to Jeff Grosser of the Municipality of Princeton Health Department, who offered the following supportive evidence in an email:

"Here are 2025 and 2026 stats so far for confirmed cases of tick-borne disease in Princeton. No confirmed alpha-gal in Princeton last year. In general, numbers in Princeton and our region are lower this year than previous years. We are also working through a trend analysis year over year that we will certainly share once it is compiled."

2025	PRINCETON	BABESIOSIS	<5
2025	PRINCETON	BRUCELLOSIS	<5
2025	PRINCETON	LYME DISEASE	63

 

2026	PRINCETON	ALPHA-GAL SYNDROME	<5
2026	PRINCETON	BABESIOSIS	<5
2026	PRINCETON	LYME DISEASE	41

 

If ticks are in fact causing fewer cases of Lyme in Princeton, it likely arises out of factors both intended and serendipitous. Beginning in 2001, then Mayor Marchand and other courageous leaders instituted a combination of bow hunting and professional culling to significantly reduce the deer herd. The backlash from animal rights advocates made it into the NY Times, but failed to overcome broad community concern about the high incidence of collisions with deer on the roadways. After using emotion-laden words like "slaughter," "devastation," and "massacre" to describe the culling of deer, the Aug. 20 tick article quietly acknowledges that the venison goes to food pantries. Fewer deer also means more native plants surviving in the woods.

In addition, local predators have upped their game. Foxes are particularly adept at reducing the number of mice that serve as a reservoir for the Lyme disease microbe. 

The article on ticks focuses on the bad news, particularly about lone star ticks that can give some people alpha-gal syndrome--an allergy to red meat. Much of the good news in the article is hidden in parenthetical and prepositional phrases: "(It’s worth noting that an alpha-gal allergy can, in many cases, eventually fade, if a victim steers clear of meat for a while.)" and "while Lyme is “basically treatable” in 95 percent of cases..." More overt is a robust discussion of vaccines and other deterrents working their way through research labs and trials. 

The curious paucity of ticks prompted reflection on other scarcities and abundances in local nature. My experience in the field in recent years is stirring an ever more complex mixture of gratitude and grief. Below are a couple examples.

Butterflies were particularly scarce in early summer, making the sighting of 8 tiger swallowtails feasting together on the nectar of a buttonbush in front of Veblen House at Herrontown Woods a cause for at least a brief celebration. I've been seeing more monarch butterflies this summer, mostly solitary but two at the same time recently at a detention basin wet meadow we created in Smoyer Park. 

Also in that meadow, there's now a surprising abundance of a favorite native wildflower, partridge pea. Keep the invasive species at bay, and native abundance can happen. And I haven't noticed a single tick on me after periodic work sessions there to remove invasives.

While scary articles boldly grab our sleeves and demand to be read, the good news, resigned to its parenthetical status, approaches from behind and taps us softly on the shoulder. "By the way," it says, "did you notice?"

Note: Thanks to Jeffrey Grosser of the Municipality of Princeton Health Department for this additional info on vector borne diseases that may be of interest to readers.

"In terms of the larger, available data, please see below:

 

• This is a good map from the CDC that compiles several tickborne diseases on the county level (Rickettsiosis, ehrlichiosis, anaplasmosis, babesiosis, tularemia, Lyme): https://www.cdc.gov/ticks/data-research/facts-stats/geographic-distribution-of-tickborne-disease-cases.html

 

• NJSHAD has county-level Lyme data: https://www-doh.nj.gov/doh-shad/indicator/view/LymeDisease.County.html

 

• This is a vector borne disease data dashboard from NJDOH and includes a tab on tick activity: https://www.nj.gov/health/cd/topics/vector_borne_disease_data_dashboard.shtml

 

• If he wants to view vector-borne surveillance reports from NJDOH: https://www.nj.gov/health/cd/statistics/arboviral-stats/"

When an Entomologist Adopts a Meadow

When a native meadow is created in what used to be a sprawling expanse of grass in a city park, it's usually plant people--gardeners, botanists--who do the planting and the ongoing weeding.

But what happens when an entomologist comes along later on and adopts the meadow? This particular meadow, in Buhr Park in Ann Arbor, MI, exists and thrives in part because of a plant-loving neighbor, Jeannine Palms. Recently, though, I received an email from another friend in Ann Arbor, entomologist David Cappaert, who is spending his retirement documenting the mind-boggling diversity of insect life he finds near and far from home.

"Occasionally," he wrote, "I adopt an interesting local plant community, and spend serious time documenting the resident insects. In the last week or so, I’ve been looking at flowers and foliage in the Buhr Park meadows, by day and night."

The result is a gallery of photos of the many insects and spiders that visit the meadow or have taken up residence there. The photos with a white screen in the background were photographed at night when they were attracted to an illuminated white sheet stretched on a frame. 

Among his finds were a couple specialists. Most everyone knows that a monarch caterpillar feeds only on milkweed. But there are a lot of other specialist insects out there. 

David found a denticulate longhorned bee, which will look to the untrained eye like most any other bee, but whose larvae only eat the pollen of the boneset flower, 

and an ironweed plume moth, whose caterpillars only feed on ironweed--a very tall, reddish wildflower that blooms this time of year. 

Even if they lack the charisma of a monarch butterfly, knowing that there are insects that absolutely depend on this or that kind of plant brings new meaning to the work of planting and sustaining a meadow. Without boneset in the meadow, the denticulate longhorned bee would be out of luck.

Thanks to David for sharing his finds. Lucky is the meadow that gets adopted by an entomologist with a seasoned eye and the right kind of camera.

Note: For anyone in Princeton wanting to see a native meadow in full glory, I humbly nominate the detention basin at the bottom of the main parking lot at Smoyer Park, which is radiant now with the abundant yellows of goldenrods and partridge pea, the gold of Indian grass plumes, white clouds of late flowering thoroughwort, and reds of ironweed. Ripe for adoption by an entomologist.

Root-Sprouting Ailanthus and Disappearing Spotted Lanternflies

Up at the corner of Harrison Street and Franklin Ave, a large Ailanthus tree was cut down last year. Ailanthus altissima, or tree of heaven, is a nonnative tree, sometimes loved, sometimes reviled. It was one of several trees removed at the corner, to make room for new ones. Because this particular tree was not treated with systemic herbicide to kill the roots as part of the removal, the roots live on, and on, and on.

Here are sprouts soon after the tree was cut,

along with hundreds of others in the yard, nicely delineating the 60 foot reach of the roots, far beyond the dripline.

One year later, with new trees in place, the hundreds of Ailanthus root sprouts are as robust as ever. Hard to say whether the dieback in the newly planted redbud is due to toxins released by the Ailanthus roots (see comment section).

The lawn of this rental unit is occasionally cut, so in theory the Ailanthus root sprouts will get weaker year to year, but the delayed mowing is allowing the roots to gather sustaining energy.

Last year there were still enough of the invasive Spotted Lanternflies around to show up on the sprouts, but this year, none. (I've seen a total of one lanternfly thus far this year.) Since the lanternflies thrived on Ailanthus, they provided an additional excuse to remove these nonnative trees. This particular tree, however, is having a long afterlife.

RELATED POSTS:

Where have all the spotted lanternflies gone?

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Film Review: The Little Things That Run the World

The following was written after attending a screening of "The Little Things That Run the World" --a fascinating film about insects and their global decline in number and variety--at the 2026 Princeton Environmental Film Festival (PEFF). There don't appear to be any other reviews of the film online.

As a land manager and gardener who has long catered indirectly to the needs of insects, I emerged from this hour and forty five minute documentary with a deep sense of both gratitude and frustration. The film excels at revealing the beauty and diversity of insects, yet is inexplicably dismissive towards several factors that are likely driving the dramatic decline in their numbers. 

First, some of the many positives. As the film introduces us to the mind-boggling diversity of the insect world, it also provides portraits of a memorable cast of characters who show their steadfast love for insects in varied ways. The film is dedicated to E.O. Wilson, and apparently takes its title from an article Wilson wrote in 1986. In one scene in this documentary, we see the preeminent entomologist in his last year or years, still mobile enough to comb a gentrified suburban landscape with a net, in search of insects to show us. Fittingly for the theme of the movie, he finds none. In the 21st century, I've seen the great environmentalists of our era age while civilization continues stubbornly down its self-destructive path. Wilson provides a dramatic example, his right eye drooped to a close as if part of him really doesn't want to see what's happening to the natural world he has devoted his vigorous life to studying. 

There are so many fascinating human portraits in this film, and so many ways to love insects: by photographing their otherworldly micro-features with a powerful camera, or steadfastly building decades of data on their numbers. Other researchers accumulate countless trays of countless tiny bees all lined up, each skewered with a pin, awaiting someone with the passion and curiosity to study their features. We visit a gardener who gradually dug up his lawn to plant wildflowers until there was no lawn left.

In the film, director Doug Hawes-Davis visits backyards and farms where insects and the plant diversity that supports them are valued and nurtured. Then, with the help of drone photography, he occasionally lifts us up and over the landscape to see how one nature lover's diverse plot of land is dwarfed by the anti-nature world of buildings, roads, and lawns that surrounds it. Vistas of vast almond plantations, sterile country club developments, and corn fields drive home the massive scale of simplified landscapes that have displaced complex nature.

Why does the film visit the almond plantations in California? Because early each year beekeepers truck more than 80% of all U.S. honeybees to one area of California on semi-trailers to pollinate those almond trees. The high quality pollen and nectar from the almond flowers gives the bees an early feast, but the annual mass gathering also serves as a giant spreader event for disease and pathogens increasingly afflicting honeybee populations. We also travel to Germany, where a longterm study using appropriately named Malaise traps documented a 76% drop in insect biomass over 27 years. There are other signs of declining insect numbers. Some species of bumblebees once common in the eastern U.S. have disappeared altogether. Windshields are no longer splattered with insects. 

The movie's website promises insight into cause:

What is causing this extinction crisis? What can be done to reverse the trend? The Little Things that Run the World attempts to find answers to those questions and more.

But it is here that the film falls short. Yes, today's farms and lawns are far larger and more sterile than in the past. Development has usurped and fragmented habitat. But the film barely mentions climate change, and no reference is made to invasive species other than when a few volunteers are filmed naively hacking at a patch of Phragmitis--a manual approach to fighting this pernicious invasive plant that is doomed to failure. Though some pesticides surely play a role in insect decline, the film vilifies them all, including the low-toxicity herbicides that no manager of native habitat could possibly do without--any more than a doctor can effectively practice medicine without medicine. In this way, the film contradicts E.O. Wilson himself. 

The film could have considered other potential causes of insect decline--for instance the increase in the number of deer, whose appetites have erased the varied native understory vegetation that herbivorous insects need to survive. It's worth noting that the film seldom ventures into forests. Deep shade suppresses the sorts of wildflowers and shrubs that can sustain pollinators through the summer months. In this way, the massive succession of the eastern U.S. from fields to dense second-growth forests over the past century may be a mixed blessing.

A lot of environmental threats can be characterized as "too much of a good thing." There's too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, too many deer, too many of this or that introduced species. Some types of herbicides, like medicine, can be helpful in small amounts, harmful if overused. There can even be too many trees stealing sunlight from the more diminutive species pollinators need.

Devoting quality time to memorable portraits of people, the film neglected to use its powers of visualization to document important drivers of insect decline: vast stretches of invasive species, a forest understory stripped of native plants by deer, and the stress of increasingly radical swings in weather, be they from deluge to drought or from hot to cold to searing hot again.  While rightly questioning the simplified suburban landscapes that cheat insects of habitat, the film left unchallenged the comforting and crippling environmental orthodoxy that trees are all good and pesticides all bad. 

The film is definitely worth seeing for all its strengths, but the seemingly willful false narrative about cause is reason to follow it with a discussion of all the likely drivers of insect decline left unmentioned.

Related writings:

Reviews of books, articles and opeds denying the threat of invasive species

How Water Striders Play With Light

It may have been the angle of light on the water, at that hour and in that season, but it was also the magic of multiple minds that caused me to pause long enough to see what I might otherwise have passed by. The minds were those of Mariah and her graduate student friends from the Princeton School of Public and International Affairs, who came three weeks ago to help at Herrontown Woods. After a midday workday, pulling some last remnants of stiltgrass along Barden pathways before their seeds dropped, we walked down to the stream. I wanted to tell them the story of the improbably large fish I had seen there back in April, but we soon focused in on something much more diminutive.

After a long late-summer drought that continued into fall, there was just enough water to host a gathering of water striders calmly zigzagging about on the waters's surface in the rocky stream. I pointed them out, thinking we'd note their novel buoyancy and move on. But the students took an interest, bent down to look more closely and, because they enjoy each other's company, began talking about what they were seeing. One observation led to another, and before I knew it, we began seeing aspects of the water striders we hadn't noticed before. What were those bright points of light where the striders' feet touch the water? And why did their tiny feet make such comparatively big shadows on the streambed?

It occurred to me that their feet make dimples in the water's surface that serve as tiny curved mirrors, reflecting focused light up towards us while casting shadows on the streambed. 

As with any natural phenomenon, the internet is packed with information to amaze and edify. AnimalScienceTV has an excellent video that lauds the water striders' quick reflexes and appetite for mosquito larvae. Water-phobic oily hairs help keep them high and dry. Water striders can be preyed on by an aquatic bug called a backswimmer, which looks like a water boatman. 

All this enlightenment began with an auspicious angle of light on the water, and a synergy of minds.

A Great Video about Pollinators on Mountain Mint

Some wildflowers are much better at attracting pollinators than others. The two champions in my book are clustered mountain mint and boneset. Back in 2008, I started documenting the many kinds of insects and other creatures drawn to the boneset growing in my backyard. Little did I know that an entomologist friend I hadn't seen since Ann Arbor college days, David Cappaert, had been inspired to do the same, 200 miles away, with the mountain mint growing in a Hartford, CT schoolyard. 

Dave had the advantage of 1) being an excellent photographer and 2) actually knowing the creatures' names. He created a remarkable video entitled "Mountain mint, one day in August," in which he documents 52 species he found on one stand of mountain mint. For its first 8 minutes, the video is a parade of colorful creatures with colorful names like bee wolf, wedge shaped beetle, stinkbug, ambush bug, jumping spider, freeloader fly, and orb weaver. 

Then, at 8:20 in the video, Dave begins describing the many interrelationships between the pollinators and their predators and parasites--a wonderfully complex food web, all "fueled by the nectar of the mountain mint." Check it out, and if you don't have any mountain mint growing in your yard, come to the Botanical Art Garden at Herrontown Woods, where in early July it's just starting to bloom. 

 

Note: We also have another kind of mountain mint growing in the Botanical Art Garden: what I've been calling narrow-leaved mountain mint (Pycnanthem tenuifolium), which is the more common species found growing naturally around Princeton, but clustered mountain mint (Pycnanthemum muticum) is the champ when it comes to pollinators. Being a mint, it also spreads quickly underground, so be careful where you plant it.

Whither the Migration of Monarch Butterflies?

Though the number of butterflies in general was radically down this summer, I still saw the occasional monarch. Some appeared frantic. Were they searching in vain for a mate? Other times they'd pause on a flower to take a long drink of nectar. Sometimes I'd just see a flash of orange out of the corner of my eye. No other butterfly can match a monarch's nimble power in flight. The number of sightings, maybe ten in all, wasn't much changed from previous years.

Their longterm prospects, though, are very much in question. Chip Taylor, who has tracked migrations as closely and for as long as anyone, says that monarchs as a species will survive, but their fabulous migration will not. Last year's overwintering numbers on Oyamel fir trees in the mountains of Mexico was the second lowest ever recorded. Resilient as the monarchs are, it's hard to imagine the delicate dynamic of migration surviving the rapidly increasing disruptions of climate change.

Yes, climate has changed in the past. It's said that, before humans started altering the atmosphere, the earth experienced a progression of ice ages every 100,000 years or so. During the last ice age, glaciers extended south almost to what is now NY City. What we have now is change at a speed far beyond the capacity of species to adapt, as our machines pour a massive overdose of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere.

In a blog entry this past August, Taylor explained how extremes of weather can affect the monarchs' capacity to build numbers over the summer and migrate back to Mexico in the fall. Extended heavy rains in early summer can delay egg laying. Warmer temperatures in September and drought in October can impede a fall migration historically aided by cool winds out of the north. What we got this year was hot and dry, with three months of drought and warm weather extending into mid-November. That's a radical departure from anything I've ever witnessed.

Each year towards the end of October, I start looking for news about the migration south to Mexico. The first headline I found confirmed my suspicions: "This fall's monarch butterfly migration through Texas doesn't look promising." Then, finally, a report on-site at the roosting grounds in Mexico. Though a few had been straggling in over the past few weeks, the first largish group of 2000 monarchs wasn't reported until Nov. 21. In past years, monarchs would predictably arrive en masse in the first week of November. Then, after the monarchs had settled into their roosts, the Biosphere Reserve would be opened to tourists mid-month. This year that opening was cancelled, stranding those tourists who had traveled far to witness a unique example of nature's splendor. This is not the only destination being compromised in a world being heated in part by global tourism. There are different ways to show love for nature. Touristic love, which I was a part of in the past, becomes more ironic by the minute.

The radically dry, warm weather we've experience this fall has a lot to do with the increasing instability of the jet stream--high winds out of the west that normally feed us a steady stream of contrasting weather, but can get blocked and diverted north or south, causing weather systems to linger indefinitely. The jet stream is driven by the difference in temperature between the tropics and the arctic. As the arctic heats more quickly than lower latitudes, the temperature gradient is reduced and the jet stream becomes more malleable. 

Consider the extraordinary ambition and brilliance of the monarch butterfly's eastern migration. Huddled overwinter in the mountains of Mexico, its numbers head north in March, then each succeeding generation--usually four total--fans out from Texas to harvest the richness of flowers and milkweed foliage from the whole eastern half of the U.S. and even up into Canada, before somehow knowing how to navigate all of that embodied richness back to their little hideout in Mexico. Over the past million years, the distance flown would have contracted during ice ages, then expanded as the glaciers withdrew. I think of the monarch migration as akin to a rubber band, stretched northward by the supply of nectar and milkweed, then contracting back down to Mexico for the winter.

The vast territorial expansion each summer is surely dependent on numbers. Otherwise, how will the monarchs find each other to mate as they spread out across the continent? Though much different in behavior, the passenger pigeon was also dependent on big numbers. Its demise, more than a century ago, was due to radical habitat change and a wanton harvest and slaughter that Aldo Leopold described as "trigger-itch." Now, our itch is to take photos, and our intention is to preserve. And yet, we watch as the collateral damage of a machine-driven economy accumulates.

A post on the Monarch Watch Blog describes the Symbolic Monarch Migration that school kids in Mexico, the U.S., and Canada take part in. Kids in Mexico send paper monarchs to kids up north in the spring, and vice versa in the fall. Monarchs ignore country boundaries. They are telling anyone who takes time to listen that our interests don't stop at the border, what we do affects people and nature far away. 

One halcyon autumn day when I was a kid, walking across the broad lawns surrounding Yerkes Observatory in Wisconsin, I was astonished by the sight of countless thousands of monarchs flying above me. There was a thrilling collective energy to their flight, not dutifully unidirectional towards the south but instead more like a dance. They seemed to feed off of each other's proximity and energy--an uncanny mix of whimsy, skill, and determination. 

If the great migration were to be lost, monarchs would still persist in pockets further south, but they wouldn't be the same monarchs we've known and loved. Here's a post on how the loss of migration's rigors would change them.

How Are Monarchs Doing in 2024?

Several times a year, the question of "How are the monarchs doing?" rises in my mind. An internet search typically ends up at Chip Taylor's blog on Monarch Watch. There you will find thoughtful commentary and deep analyses, a mixture of good news and bad news, as this extraordinarily resilient species faces ever greater challenges. In 2024, overwintering numbers in Mexico were the second lowest ever recorded, with 2013 having been the lowest. Chip's more recent posts tell of a rebound this summer, as this robust and prolific species has increased its numbers during its migration, following the growth of milkweed north in a tagteam of successional generations, spreading into all corners of the eastern U.S.. 

I've had maybe five sightings of monarch butterflies this summer--a typical number. One appeared frantic, as if it had been searching the great outdoors in vain for a partner. Another was laying eggs on a patch of common milkweed at Mercer Meadows--a beautiful and hopeful sight. Another, pictured, was in my front yard on busy Harrison Street in Princeton, gathering nectar on a swamp milkweed. 

A few days ago, one was nectaring on a patch of narrow-leaved mountain mint near Herrontown Woods. I was treated to a surprising display of butterfly aggression, as several skippers suddenly ganged up to chase the monarch away from the mountain mint. 

Part of that competitive fervor may have to do with the scarcity of pollinator plants. In a 4.5 acre field, there were only two small patches of mountain mint. Since forests don't supply summer nectar, meadows like this are where monarchs and other pollinators are going to find food and each other. Many meadows and roadsides are being taken over by mugwort, Chinese bushclover, and other invasive species with limited utility for pollinators. Add that threat to all the others: habitat loss, climate change, indiscriminate herbicide use in people's yards and along roadsides. This meadow is preserved, but that's really just the first step in realizing the meadow's potential as habitat that can help sustain species like our beloved Danaus plexippus, aka monarch butterfly.

Related posts:

Growing Monarchs

Do Praying Mantises Eat Monarch Butterflies?

Other previous posts about monarchs

Ambush Bugs: Hidden Dangers for Pollinators

During an evening stroll in the backyard garden, with a big show of fireflies soon to come, we were admiring a common milkweed's blooms--like frozen fireworks at lawn's edge--when my friend spotted a honeybee on one of the flowers.

Isn't this the way it's supposed to be? You plant native wildflowers and the pollinators show up to feed ever so gratefully. But something didn't look quite right to me. The honeybee wasn't moving. 

Maybe it was memories of blog posts ten years ago--written after standing for hours gazing at the extraordinarily diverse community of insects and spiders drawn to boneset flowers--that caused me to take a closer look at that motionless honey bee. 

There, beautifully, mischievously, mercilessly camouflaged, hiding between the milkweed flowers, were two pairs of ambush bugs, mottled brown, black and white. The smaller of each pair sat atop the larger, apparently mating. Life is short for an insect, so it seems perfectly practical that one of the females, needing nourishment for whatever eggs come of the mating, had chosen that moment to snag the honeybee whose bad luck it was to visit those particular flowers.

Later, I returned to try for a better photo of the ambush bug and its mate.

By then, they had consumed what they wanted of the bee, dropping the remains to land ever so lightly on a leaf, one story down in the tower of milkweed.

Afternote: One could probably spend a lifetime exploring the mechanisms behind the camouflage of an ambush bug, as this quote from the Missouri Department of Conservation website shows:

"The colors of ambush bugs are worth mentioning. They can vary quite a bit within a single species. Most are gold, yellow, leaf-green, tan, brown, or white, often with dark mottled patches or bands. Apparently males are often darker or more spotted than females. It’s not clear whether individual ambush bugs change color like chameleons (and some crab spiders) to match the plants they’re resting on, or if they simply move to (or survive on) plants whose colors happen to match their bodies. It could be that they change color with each molt: young individuals, early in the season, being pale green, matching the new foliage of springtime, while older specimens become gold and black in later molts to match the flowers that develop in midsummer. The temperatures during egg stage may also affect the overall darkness of the insects."

Witnessing a Spongy Moth Outbreak Along the Appalachian Trail

I wasn't expecting to run into an outbreak of spongy moths (formerly called gypsy moths) in New Jersey earlier this week. The aim of driving up to the Stokes State Forest near Delaware Water Gap was to drop off my younger daughter Anna so she could resume her thru-hike on the Appalachian Trail. 

After a couple day visit at home, Anna was eager to continue her journey northward towards Maine. When we reached Sunrise Mountain Overpass, she asked if I wanted to hike along with her for a bit. 

It was as if she had invited me into her home, which the AT has been since she began in Georgia back in late February--more than 1000 miles thus far. Everything she needs is in her backpack--designed to be lightweight but still very substantial--as she hikes up and down mountain after mountain, rain or sunshine, cold or hot, following America's verdant eastern spine through North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, and now just the northwestern tip of NJ before heading into New York state. 

Most of the inspiring vistas she sees along the way are not tempered with a warning about venomous snakes, like this one at the parking lot. New Jersey is unusual in having venemous snakes in the north and south of the state, but not where we live in central Jersey. As for black bears, over three months she has seen only one and heard another. Though she started the hike on her own, there's now a group of companions with whom she camps each night.

As we hiked the rocky trail, we had to look mostly down to avoid the stones, stealing glances at the high quality woodland, free from invasive plants except for an occasional garlic mustard. We soon became aware, however, of an odd noise that sounded like a light sprinkle, despite the clear sky. When I turned back, leaving Anna to head north on her many steps towards Maine, I started taking a closer look at the leaves of oak, sassafras, and maple above. The well-munched leaves were surely a very generous giving of tissue by the trees to the local insect population. 

But what was that sound of rain with no rainclouds in sight? And why was the ground littered with fragments of green leaves? Whatever was eating the trees was being messy about it. 

Then I felt something very light fall on my head. I brushed it onto my hand, gave it a good look, and decided to call it frass, that is, caterpillar droppings. 

On the ground all around, the leaf litter had been in turn littered with this frass, raining down from far above.

Though most of the caterpillars remained unseen high in the canopy, a few were close enough at hand to get a photo. 

Back home, searching the internet, the caterpillar's identity quickly became apparent: spongy moth, also known as Lymantria dispar dispar, and formally known as "gypsy moth."

One source described exactly our experience along the trail:

"(Spongy) moths are invasive insect pests that can be destructive to trees, especially hardwoods like oaks. In May and June, each caterpillar can grow up to two inches long and consume 11 square feet of leaves. Signs of a (spongy) moth outbreak include bare tree canopies, droppings that sound like rain, and leaf confetti on the forest floor."

If you haven't heard of spongy moths, or haven't heard of them in a long time, it's because this highly destructive introduced species is no longer causing widespread havoc in our forests. thanks to the development of a remarkably successful, low-toxicity treatment. 

Imported into Massachusetts from Europe in 1869 with the intent of starting a new silk industry in America, the spongy moth escaped into the wild and was soon causing dramatic defoliations of forests. Though oaks are a favorite, spongy moths threaten a broad range of species, including both hardwoods and conifers. One source alphabetically describes its diet this way:

Preferred: Alder, apple, aspen, basswood, birch, hawthorn, oaks, tamarack, willow, witch hazel
Intermediate: Beech, dogwood, elm, hemlock, maple, pine, Prunus species, serviceberry, spruce, walnut
Avoided: Ash, balsam fir, cedar, red & white, locusts, mountain maple, pine, scotch

According to numerous articles found on the Papers of Princeton website, 13 years of intense spraying led to eradication of the spongy moth in NJ by 1932, but it reappeared in 1953 and by 1955 had again become a serious pest. In 1965, a small area near Mt. Lucas Road in Princeton was sprayed. As defoliation increased statewide through the 1970s, the most common treatment--carbonyl, also known as Sevin--became suspect due to its effect on honeybees. 

Letters to the editor describe heroic citizen efforts to round up and destroy the moths' egg cases. Elizabeth Carrick, chairman of the Woodfield Reservation Committee, described a successful outing by girlscouts in 1972. In 1980, Preston and Helen Tuttle reported on a hand collection campaign in the Institute Woods that included renowned faculty at the Institute for Advanced Studies:

During the past two weekends. 95 individuals, ranging from Girl and Boy Scouts to world-famous mathematicians, took part In all. 8.791 egg cases were collected or immobilized witn a hand held sprayer containing a mixture of creosote, turpentine and transmission fluid This was used to spray those egg masses that were above convenient scraping and collecting reach Egg masses collected the first weekend were given to the state Biological Controls Laboratory to feed spongy moth predators being developed by the state.

Destruction peaked in 1981, when 12 million acres were affected by defoliation nationwide. The biggest reason we haven't heard much about this hugely destructive pest lately is the utilization of a low-toxicity bacteria called Bacillus thuringiensis (Bt). First mention of it in local papers appears to have been in 1974. Bt is sprayed on foliage in the spring. When eaten by the caterpillars, it disrupts their digestive systems. By 1990, arborist Sam deTuro of Woodwind Associates, who used to have a regular column in the Town Topics, was combining the traditional chemical spray methods with a new formulation of Bt.

Like the many mountains and valleys of the Appalachian Trail, moth numbers have risen and fallen dramatically through the decades. Spongy moth numbers in NJ reached a relative low in 1988, only to rise 19 fold in 1989. Another peak came in 2008, prompting aerial sprays of Bt in Princeton. 

Numbers have dropped since then, leading many of us to forget about spongy moths altogether. For that luxury, we have a state government program to thank. The New Jersey Dept. of Agriculture has been running a   spongy moth suppression program at least since 2007. In 2024, they planned to spray 3000 acres of local and state-owned land. The aim is to prevent repeated defoliation of forests. Trees that can survive defoliation one year may not be able to survive defoliation two years in a row. The state description sounds like what governments are supposed to do--work collaboratively to intervene in safe ways to protect us and our environment. LDD stands for the species name, Lymantria dispar dispar.

The New Jersey Department of Agriculture promotes an integrated pest management approach, which encourages natural controls to reduce LDD feeding and subsequent tree loss. However, when LDD cycles are at a peak, natural controls have difficulty in preventing severe defoliation. In these special cases, the Department recommends aerial spray treatments on residential and recreational areas using the selective, non-chemical insecticide, Bacillus thuringiensis.

The Department's LDD Suppression Program is a voluntary cooperative program involving New Jersey municipalities, county agencies, state agencies, and the USDA Forest Service.

17 miles down the trail, Anna was still hearing the curious rain of frass all around, Hopefully the state program of spongy moth suppression will continue to work--an all-too-rare example of successful containment of invasive species threatening our forests.

Below, some sights seen during my short hike on the Appalachian Trail:

Expanses of sedge meadow that can give healthy forests a natural park-like appearance.

The striped maple, Acer pennsylvanicum, is a little tree that grows all along the Appalachian Mountains.

If you hike northward on the AT with the spring, much of your journey will be graced with the blooms of Mountain laurel, Kalmia latifolia, abundant on rocky slopes.

Tent Caterpillars and the History of Black Cherry Trees in Herrontown Woods

Black cherry trees draw attention in early spring because of the "tents" that tent caterpillars weave on them. I was surprised to find out that these tents are sometimes mistaken for gypsy moth infestations. There's also some disagreement as to how damaging tent caterpillars are to the trees they feast upon, so I decided to do some investigation. 

First, some distinctions between tent caterpillars and gypsy moths. Tent caterpillars are native, feed primarily on cherry trees, build conspicuous tents, and do their feeding on the fresh, tender leaves just beginning to emerge in April. Gypsy moths are a nonnative species imported from Europe, start feeding in May on a very wide spectrum of hardwoods and even some conifers, and do not build tents. 

Gypsy Moths

The story of gypsy moths in our area is most easily grasped by looking at how many articles about them have been archived in the Papers of Princeton through the decades. Outbreaks of gypsy moths remained minor in New Jersey until the 60s, then grew into massive defoliations of forests in the 1970s. By the early 1980s, gypsy moth populations were beginning to drop, thanks to a natural virus, introduced parasites, and aerial sprayings. A naturally occurring bacteria called Btk proved safe and effective when sprayed on trees where gypsy moths were feeding. There was a recurrence from 2007-8, but numbers have dropped off since then. Though the forests largely healed, the trauma of past gypsy moth infestations lives on in people's memories. 

Tent Caterpillars

What we have this spring, and springs extending back through millenia, are native tent caterpillars making their tents. 

Some sources on the web suggest that tent caterpillars, despite the powerful visual of the tents and defoliated branches, don't do enough damage to a tree to worry about. I'd really like to believe that, but this young black cherry tree, now bearing eleven tents from which the caterpillars make forays, is almost completely defoliated. 

They say a tree can survive one complete defoliation, but if defoliated several years in a row, it becomes increasingly susceptible to disease and insect attack.

Meanwhile, our very hungry tent caterpillars have even followed a branch over to a neighboring pin oak, which now, too, is getting chowed down upon.

We pause to note a couple recurring themes in nature. One is that the tent caterpillars will shift to a less desirable food source (a pin oak tree) if their favored cherry tree leaves run out. Deer, too, will begin eating less desirable foliage if they run out of their favorites. Thus, an overabundance of deer in the 1990s almost wiped out spicebush in our Princeton woodlands, despite it being low on the list of deer's preferred foods.

The other example of a recurring theme in nature is that the tent caterpillar eats only one crop of leaves, then is done for the year, allowing the tree to recover. The worst thing a predator could do is be so effective as to eliminate its prey. 

The introduction of a new insect, though, could throw off this balance of predator and prey. If another insect, say, a gypsy moth, came along and defoliated the same tree yet again in the same growing season, that tree would be in big trouble, having twice committed energy to manufacturing a whole crop of leaves, only to have them eaten. One question is whether the gypsy moth outbreaks in the '70s and '80s killed more of one tree species than another, causing changes in forest composition still noticeable today.

There's a lot of caterpillar behavior whose purpose is not immediately obvious. A week ago, caterpillars were crawling about on the outside of the tent, turning this way and that. My best guess was that they were expanding the tent by adding another layer of silk, but no strands could be seen coming from their bodies as they moved about. 

And why are these caterpillars clustered on the side of the tree, outside of their protective tents? Wouldn't they be easy picking for the birds that are said to consume them? 

As their spring residency has continued at the Barden in Herrontown Woods, the tent caterpillars have spun not only isolated tents but also enveloped the trunk and limbs in a silken web reminiscent of the webbing people drape on their shrubs for Halloween. A closer look reveals that the caterpillars have spun silken highways upon which they commute from tent to the "pasture" of the canopy. These highways are only one lane wide, requiring a caterpillar to temporarily step aside if it meets another coming the opposite direction. Some silken highways are suspended in air, like overpasses--a great way to smooth out the rough terrain of a black cherry tree's "black potato chip" bark. 

A tree colonized by tent caterpillars, then, has elements of occupancy, transport, and exploitation not unlike the human footprint on the land, with our homes, highways, and farm fields. A big difference being that the tent caterpillar's settlement is seasonal--more like the impact of nomadic tribes than our permanent villages--giving the tree a chance to recover.

Another big difference between tent caterpillars and other builders of shelters--bees, ants, birds, mice, people--is that the caterpillars don't seem to bring anything back to the shelter other than their bigger, well-fed selves. They aren't adults bringing food back to the young. The caterpillars, like super resourceful children, work collectively to raise themselves, then leave the tree on their own to pupate and turn into adult moths. 

A nice writeup about tent caterpillars (Malacosoma americanum) found at ThoughtCo.com states that the broad side of the tents faces the sun, and that the caterpillars make three forays per day, returning to their tents inbetween. That will be something to check out next spring.

Surprisingly, the subject of wild cherry trees in what is now the Barden (formerly a pine plantation) came up more than 50 years ago, in Richard J. Kramer's book about Herrontown Woods. 

"Wild black cherry, which grows to magnificent size in the Allegheny Mountains, is a poorly formed tree in Herrontown Woods, occurring mostly in areas which were recently open fields. Its best growth has been in the pine plantation, where specimens are 30 to 40 feet tall and possibly may develop into good-sized trees. Apparently these black cherries were able to develop along with the young pines after these were planted in the open field. Although the birds do bring seeds of the cherry into the forest, the many seedlings and the few saplings that occur there grow poorly and remain shrub-like."

Gone now are most of the pine trees in the pine plantation, and those larger cherry trees are nowhere to be found. Our 12 little black cherry trees in the Barden, all saddled with tent caterpillars, must be the descendants of the larger cherry trees Kramer describes. Only one large black cherry tree is known to exist now in Herrontown Woods, almost completely free of tent caterpillars, growing next to Veblen House. Have tent caterpillars contributed to keeping the black cherry trees of Herrontown Woods from achieving full size, in the past as well as in the present?

If we wanted to relieve the cherry trees of the spring burden of hungry caterpillars, we could remove the tents and remember to crush the egg masses laid by adult moths on small branches in late summer, as suggested in this useful post about the insect. 

But as insect numbers continue to decline, the role of trees as food for native insects grows in importance. And if the cherry trees remain small, that will allow more sunlight to reach the many wildflowers growing in the Barden. Leaving the tent caterpillars to grow undisturbed can serve as an experiment, to see if they continue to flourish year after year, or if nature's array of predators, pathogens, and parasitoids finally up their game and reduce the burden these trees now bear.