Field report — Speak for the Trees

June 26, 2026

nymphs (Lycorma delicata) are actively feeding on both sides of the Hudson this spring — a stark contrast to six years ago when the first individuals appeared here. What began as a curiosity has become a permanent fixture across the region.

The lanternfly's success owes much to the landscape itself. (Ailanthus altissima) lines every weedy margin from Jersey City to Lower Manhattan — an aggressive non-native that provides unlimited food for this pest. The combination is ecological opportunity in its starkest form.

There is still a narrow window for intervention. At this nymphal stage, before they develop wings and disperse, the lanternflies remain largely vulnerable to targeted management. Once they fledge in late summer, control becomes far more difficult.

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