Spruce Budworm - Species

Species

  • Choristoneura adumbratanus
  • Choristoneura africana
  • Choristoneura albaniana
  • Choristoneura argentifasciata
  • Choristoneura biennis
  • Choristoneura bracatana
  • Choristoneura carnana
  • Choristoneura colyma
  • Choristoneura conflictana
  • Choristoneura diversana
  • Choristoneura evanidana
  • Choristoneura ferrugininotata
  • Choristoneura fractivittana
  • Choristoneura fumiferana, Eastern Spruce Budworm
  • Choristoneura griseicoma
  • Choristoneura hebenstreitella, Mountain-ash tortricid
  • Choristoneura improvisana
  • Choristoneura jecorana
  • Choristoneura jezoensis
  • Choristoneura lafauryana
  • Choristoneura lambertiana
  • Choristoneura longicellanus
  • Choristoneura luticostana
  • Choristoneura metasequoiacola
  • Choristoneura murinana
  • Choristoneura neurophaea
  • Choristoneura obsoletana
  • Choristoneura occidentalis, Western Spruce Budworm
  • Choristoneura orae
  • Choristoneura parallela
  • Choristoneura pinus, Jack Pine Budworm
  • Choristoneura propensa
  • Choristoneura quadratica
  • Choristoneura retiniana
  • Choristoneura rosaceana
  • Choristoneura simonyi
  • Choristoneura spaldingana
  • Choristoneura thyrsifera
  • Choristoneura zapulata

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