"So to my understanding," Mother of Half, said carefully, the human language falling from her mandibles with difficultly. "You are going to kill the chitinous lifeforms that are eating our tree crops with ... music?"
"Well it is more like sounds harmonized exactly to the frequencies that will drive them out of the host trees and it won't directly kill them but that is the general idea and result." Ranger Mack assure her.
Mother of Half stared at him intently with her forward facing, predatory, eyes and her neck frill rose and fell in concentration while her antenna twitched.
"Oh," Mack said pausing in tuning the device in question. "On another note. Are you going to be coming to the sing along at the community center tomorrow?"
She paused and ran her fingers over the chitinous membrane that covered her arm. "I'll think about it Friend Human." She said. "I'll think about it."