Buzz Buzz Buzz
There is a large amount of motherfucking bees and wasps here lately. I fucking hate bees and I even more so abhor wasps.
I haven't really thought too much about these flying fucks until I got swarmed yesterday just because I blew apart one of their fucking hives on the shed roof. Talk about vindictive animals. I've have, however, enjoyed blowing them the fuck out of the sky with my air rifle. It fills me with joy to see them blown in half before they know what the fuck hit them. I know this sounds evil but I utterly hate anything that flies and can sting me.
I go back to work tomorrow and am not looking forward to it. It's not that I don't enjoy getting paid again, it's just that I know I've got seven days in a row until my next day off and I'm so not into that. I'm still reading "Angels and Demons" and I'm enjoying it quite a lot.
I had a scare with the puppies yesterday. I had them outside with their mother and after a while I realized Maya (the mom) had taken off (as she always does when you take your eye off of her). So I brought the puppies back inside and started calling for Maya to come back. After a few minutes, she came back and I brought her in the front door. I got to the kitchen where the puppies were playing when I noticed that there was rat poison all over the floor. My sister had seen a mouse last week and my brother in law bought some poison that I didn't know was there. The puppies found it and I couldn't tell if they had eaten any. So there it was strewn about the floor and I freaked out. I called a vet and they said to take the puppies in. So they had to take syrup of ipecac until they threw up and it turns out the only one had eaten the poison (My favorite one of course). So, they are ok now after a scare. I, however, was a fucking wreck all day after that. I'm ok now though.
The end.
I haven't really thought too much about these flying fucks until I got swarmed yesterday just because I blew apart one of their fucking hives on the shed roof. Talk about vindictive animals. I've have, however, enjoyed blowing them the fuck out of the sky with my air rifle. It fills me with joy to see them blown in half before they know what the fuck hit them. I know this sounds evil but I utterly hate anything that flies and can sting me.
I go back to work tomorrow and am not looking forward to it. It's not that I don't enjoy getting paid again, it's just that I know I've got seven days in a row until my next day off and I'm so not into that. I'm still reading "Angels and Demons" and I'm enjoying it quite a lot.
I had a scare with the puppies yesterday. I had them outside with their mother and after a while I realized Maya (the mom) had taken off (as she always does when you take your eye off of her). So I brought the puppies back inside and started calling for Maya to come back. After a few minutes, she came back and I brought her in the front door. I got to the kitchen where the puppies were playing when I noticed that there was rat poison all over the floor. My sister had seen a mouse last week and my brother in law bought some poison that I didn't know was there. The puppies found it and I couldn't tell if they had eaten any. So there it was strewn about the floor and I freaked out. I called a vet and they said to take the puppies in. So they had to take syrup of ipecac until they threw up and it turns out the only one had eaten the poison (My favorite one of course). So, they are ok now after a scare. I, however, was a fucking wreck all day after that. I'm ok now though.
The end.