The Terminator

I feel like a Terminator, hunting and destroying the earwigs that have been plaguing my veggie patch. Seems to be like millions of them when I first saw them in the cover of darkness, munching away the tender seedlings I've just planted barely a week ago.

The first night was a massacre, I think I killed the vast majority of them. They hide in the crevices of the timber frames and I had to flush them out with squirts of pyrethrum. Last night I went hunting again but this time the body count was less, much less.