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The hippy in me has been replaced by a documentary filmmaker. To elaborate one needs to know that the property I work on is the stomping ground of three dogs. To aid them in their stomping there is a big steel dude-ranch style drinking bucket out back that we fill with water. Lately there have been a lot of wasps flying around out back which I don't care about because I don't fuck with them and they don't fuck with me and we have an understanding.
I think they were the ones who started to blur the lines though. A few weeks back floating wasp corpses started to dot the water pail. It was obvious that the bugs were drinking and lost their footing, fell in and were offed. This was all good and fine by me because that was the state I found them in.
Now the hippy in me doesn't like to kill anything. I'm not sure where this outlook came from or exactly when it began but I've always had a weird connection with animals (and to a lesser extent people). If there is a roach in the shower I will pick it up and throw it outside rather than mash it into a muddy paste on the tile. I go out of my way not to kill things, and in fact prevent them from dying. There's a lot of guilt in me so for everything I save it makes me feel a little better about shitty things I've done.
Anyhow the last few days contained near dead wasps in the water which I've been scooping out and placing on cinderblocks to let them air dry and go about their non-drowning way. Everything was fine and dandy with the water rescue plan until today when I lifted one out and not half a second out of the water it stung me. I still set it on the block but grew really angry. It's my own fault for getting stung so I can't place the blame on the insect. It was doing what it's dumbass figured was cool which was exactly the same thing I was doing. It had barely been placed on the concrete when I looked over and saw another wasp fall in. This time I said fuck it.
I have a shooting pain up my right arm and the internet is telling me to wrap a damp tea bag around the pricked area. So I do just that and of all dumbass things I've done today at least this one works, and works surprisingly well.
So back outside I go to see the lone drowning wasp in the bucket and instead of picking it out I adopt the documentarian approach and let nature take it's course. One bad apple ruined it all for the wasps and killed the hippy in me. Of the years I've been doing this kind of stuff this is the first time I've actually been hurt doing it.
Also I watched my boss pull a baby bird from a nest today and drop it on the ground because it was making too much noise. I didn't know what he was doing until it was too late. It made me realize the boss is a movie villain. Only my boss. I went outside with a handful of papertowels to act as a buffer and gently picked the chick up and placed it back into the nest. The bird flipped out and jumped out of the nest and ran/flapped under a bush where its mom was squawking. Around 2 this afternoon the bird was back on the porch baking in the sun so I grabbed a new batch of towels and delivered it back to the nest where it stayed this time. It has blood coming out of its head and was trying to call for a parent but all that came out was whispery pops. Checking in later it was found to have died. Soooooooo yeah that's the day so far. But my sister and nephew are flying in tonight and I haven't seen her in a year and him ever so that's a plus. Yaz-
I think they were the ones who started to blur the lines though. A few weeks back floating wasp corpses started to dot the water pail. It was obvious that the bugs were drinking and lost their footing, fell in and were offed. This was all good and fine by me because that was the state I found them in.
Now the hippy in me doesn't like to kill anything. I'm not sure where this outlook came from or exactly when it began but I've always had a weird connection with animals (and to a lesser extent people). If there is a roach in the shower I will pick it up and throw it outside rather than mash it into a muddy paste on the tile. I go out of my way not to kill things, and in fact prevent them from dying. There's a lot of guilt in me so for everything I save it makes me feel a little better about shitty things I've done.
Anyhow the last few days contained near dead wasps in the water which I've been scooping out and placing on cinderblocks to let them air dry and go about their non-drowning way. Everything was fine and dandy with the water rescue plan until today when I lifted one out and not half a second out of the water it stung me. I still set it on the block but grew really angry. It's my own fault for getting stung so I can't place the blame on the insect. It was doing what it's dumbass figured was cool which was exactly the same thing I was doing. It had barely been placed on the concrete when I looked over and saw another wasp fall in. This time I said fuck it.
I have a shooting pain up my right arm and the internet is telling me to wrap a damp tea bag around the pricked area. So I do just that and of all dumbass things I've done today at least this one works, and works surprisingly well.
So back outside I go to see the lone drowning wasp in the bucket and instead of picking it out I adopt the documentarian approach and let nature take it's course. One bad apple ruined it all for the wasps and killed the hippy in me. Of the years I've been doing this kind of stuff this is the first time I've actually been hurt doing it.
Also I watched my boss pull a baby bird from a nest today and drop it on the ground because it was making too much noise. I didn't know what he was doing until it was too late. It made me realize the boss is a movie villain. Only my boss. I went outside with a handful of papertowels to act as a buffer and gently picked the chick up and placed it back into the nest. The bird flipped out and jumped out of the nest and ran/flapped under a bush where its mom was squawking. Around 2 this afternoon the bird was back on the porch baking in the sun so I grabbed a new batch of towels and delivered it back to the nest where it stayed this time. It has blood coming out of its head and was trying to call for a parent but all that came out was whispery pops. Checking in later it was found to have died. Soooooooo yeah that's the day so far. But my sister and nephew are flying in tonight and I haven't seen her in a year and him ever so that's a plus. Yaz-