telling myself every time one flies by me
so i don't freak out like a crackhead and start running and flapping my arms.
Bees have feelings.
Wasps have feelings....
I wasn't thinking that three weeks ago when I had to "call someone" to have our wasp problem taken care of.
I confess my sparkly friends-
I hired a hit-man
"take care of a situation".
By situation I mean "not being able to go in and out of my house or car without being bullied by a flying stinging pissed off insect."
Wasps... Hate em.
Wasps are like
Midlife crisis Men Driving Corvettes...
You really just need to stay away from them!
Back to WASPS-
I know, I know- all life is to be respected and even scary wasps are part of the ecosystem.
not that many-
-living in every orifice of my house-
-coming into my bedroom uninvited even though all of my windows are shut-
-trying to nest in my car door.
So needless to say I still felt tremendously guilty watching my gun for hire neutralize my situation.
Which brings me to Bumble bees.
I had a chance yesterday to do a good deed for a relative of those wasps yesterday
and I did!
I helped some Bumble bees.
Furry, chubby fat black and yellow bumbles, nesting in my garden.
You see, I was making this really swell circular bed
and picked up the fountain statue from my front bed
and heard a multiple buzzing sound.
I knew what that meant.
I carefully went over to where my statue had been
and there was a
bumble bee nest
A funny thing happened...
Instead of freaking out, I felt bad for those
little rolly polly chubsters.
I went and got an empty flower pot
and gave it to them.
Heck- I was feeling so happy that I even
gave them a handful of tree stuff to help plug the holes.
Look at this adorable little bumble creeping around to find stuff to shore up the nest!
So I feel like I am a little closer to becoming
stinging insect tolerant.
I know my flowers are happy...
Ok, I am too!
And a VERY
HAPPY 4th BIRTHDAY
to Miss Beverly
and PINK SATURDAY!!!