Bees

 

Bees give me hives

… or at least leave them in places where I can steal them.

 

note: why are they called “catacombs” … and not “catatombs“?

double note: I’ll think of the above things as “bees” … as long as they don’t sting me. If they sting me, then they will be a bunch of dead “wases”.

triple note: “Today, Adee Honey Farm in South Dakota, USA, (80,000 colonies) and Scandia Honey Company in Alberta, Canada (12,000 colonies) are among the world’s largest beekeeping enterprises.”
from Wikipedia

quadruple note: I  always thought “apiarists” were people who liked appetizers. 

quintuple note: I seem to be going through an insect stage lately on the blog. I think egg, larva, and pupa stages are over: I should be an adult pretty soon.

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Today #232

Today I thought “glow in the dark lightbulbs” would be a good idea during a power outage … but not so good on a regular night, while I’m trying to sleep.

On Planetross: The Movesies and Nomovesies

 

On Planetross the movesies and nomovesies are very interesting.

There are waterclimbs and slowpids, small continents and large islands, tiny oceans and giant lakes, lush deserts and desolate sunforests, small mountains and large hills, barren jungles and outdoor caves, and many bottomless piles.

Zepanties and  goodbyepopotamuses roam free. 

Vegetable flies and manbugs buzz around rainflowers and dandetigers.

People plant trees in their gardens and harvest flowers to keep their houses warm.

Dragonwalks, grassstanders, cees and waterflies arrive in Spring.

Summer brings firemelons, cob on the corn, busrots, threematos, line-upcumbers, and something that looks like an orange but it’s blue.

Kangaroobarb, deflatekins, and chickenplants grow wild.

Fall falls and Winter wins.

There are 3 other seasons, but only people on the the small seas experience them; and they don’t talk about them much.

It’s all quite normal if you live here.

 

note: On Planetross is still orbiting.

double note: the spellcheck went crazy!!!

triple note: What came first the eggplant or the chickenpox?

 

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The Bee

As I sat in the outdoor hotbath, a bee flew into the pool.

It madly beat its wings in a desperate attempt to escape back in to the sky.

As the only witness to the bee’s life and death struggle, I had a choice to make: I could do nothing and watch it die, or I could rescue it.

I chose to rescue it.

I carefully scooped it out of the water and lay it in the sun.

It dried itself, flew into the next hotbath pool, and died shortly after.

It really is a question of “to bee or not to bee” for all living things.

For this bee, it was “not to bee”.

 

note: Being a native in an old Tarzan movie really is Shakespeare!

double note: Who bee’d in the pool?

triple note: I hope in its last few seconds of consciousness the bee thought, “I don’t think that guy is going to come over here.”

quadruple note: What a has been!

 

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