I'm sick of those little A-holes digging through my pumpkins looking for seeds. Eat styrofoam, bitches!
|We moved the hives from the farm to a strip right in front of where Ken and Bruce work. Right... In... Front... Rather, they moved'em, I got a migraine and fell asleep on the hill.|
We're gonna have to build a fence of some sort. Rather, they're gonna have to build a fence, I'm ready for another nap.
at 12:30 PM
Boy, did I think that this night was going to end with a trip to the hospital. Last time we were with these guys and heard the words, "Let's see who can stay standing the longest," we had to cut short our sledding trip, the fire department had to get Ed down the hill and months of physical therapy ensued. So when we found this playground during a walk after dinner, naturally I assumed...
at 12:47 PM
A few of the chrysalids have started changing a bit. Initially, they stayed green, but you could kinda see that there was a 'hull.' Later, you could see what seemed like a butterfly- pattern...
|or since there is a leopard print, this was a butterfly print. You can probably make out what seems to be a wing in this picture. We didn't catch it, but one emerged well before the others and just hung out for a few hours inflating.|
at 8:19 AM