This little baby bunny this morning will not go away. Previously, when we couldn’t get Gunner’s attention or get him to calm down, we’d just go outside and chase the bun away. This is really not ideal, obviously, so I’m not doing that now.
I followed what I did last night with the squeaky toy and the bone. It was a little less effective, but still worked. However, in the time that I spent with him in the crate, the bun still did not choose to leave. He wants to munch our grass right in front of this window, the poor clueless little dear.
So on the third or fourth time of Gunner exploding, I just shoved a spoonful of peanut butter in his mouth as per @quichehound‘s suggestion to keep some on the bookshelf. fricken bless and thank
That worked right quick. Bun still has not left. Now I’m giving him a lick or two of peanut butter every time he re-realizes the bun is still there. If it’s not moving, I think it’s hard for him to see the bun.
With a spoonful of peanut butter in his face in this situation, he’s able to stop borkin’ and sit, so when he’s calm/his attention has redirected, he gets some. Also trying here and there to call his name. He is going to be exhausted today just from this.
So today started out dumb, but this afternoon was AWESOME.
I’m on the porch attempting to construct a railing for the stairs when I notice a weird noise. Like, a kind of droning or buzzing? And it’s getting loud. So I investigate. It’s coming from the neighbor’s yard.
It is a metric fuckton of bees. I have never seen so many bees in my life. It is a fucking swarm of bees, and I have been reading about bees because I got a wild hair a few weeks back about wanting a hive of my own, but haven’t yet convinced Husbandthing, and there is suddenly a SWARMING HERD OF WILD HONEYBEES IN THE NEIGHBOR’S YARD.
I see postings on the neighborhood page all the time for feral swarm collection, but I also know the guy in the house across the alley just set up a hive. “Hey I think your hive escaped,” I text him.
He calls me back about three minutes later. Turns out, the swarm he was supposed to get never came; the company went out of business and his order got cancelled, and he’d found out HALF AN HOUR AGO. And he says he’s got a friend who is a professional beekeeper, and he’s going to go pick her up and would it be okay if they came and got this swarm please please please?
So Bee Neighbor and Professional Beekeeper show up and immediately don bee suits. Apparently there is fierce competition for feral swarms, and the swarm in the neighbor’s tree is HUGE, and also twenty feet off the ground, and Bee Neighbor wants them very badly.
The tree the bees are in is in a yard belonging to neither of us, so we go knock on the door, but there’s no answer. I knock on the house adjacent to it, but that guy’s not home either. Finally, I text the neighbor on the other side of me to see if he’s got contact info for the property owner, who is incredibly shy and in three years has never made eye contact. No luck.
So…we trespass. We get my extension ladder, and Bee Neighbor climbs the tree while Professional Beekeeper stands on the ladder and walks him through the swarm collection. Turns out, you just shake the swarm into a box, and as long as the queen makes it into the box, the rest of the swarm will eventually follow. Bee Neighbor has never collected a swarm before (this is, in fact, his very first swarm of bees ever) and it takes the two of them the better part of an hour in the tree trying to shake the swarm into the box.
Bees eventually get into the box. Bee Neighbor gets out of the tree without dying, and Professional Beekeeper examines the swarm and makes pleased noises. At this point, the box is the neighbor’s driveway, and about two thirds of the swarm is still milling around the box all confused. Since the neighbor isn’t home and we can’t contact him, he risks coming and parking right in the middle of a huge cloud of bees. Professional Beekeeper doesn’t want to move the box too far away, because we risk the milling bees losing the queen’s scent and never going into the box. An equidistant point between the current location and Bee Neighbor’s yard is the top of my recycling bin.
So they put the box of bees on my recycling bin, and I text Husbandthing.
Now I have a box of bees that I am babysitting. They’re being all lazy and dopey and bumbling around. I think I might be in love. Bee Neighbor will pick the box up later tonight and put them in his hive, and then the bees will be MY neighbors too!!
This is like a day late now, but in the mafia AU Yuri is just as IG famous. But instead it’s for being a rich little troublemaker, and whenever there’s a glimpse of Otabek in a photo things get wild in the comments
what’s happened to my kingdom? what’s happened to my fiefdom? this used to be a beautiful place - a safe place for children to come play and grow up and get old and work and get older and now my kingdom -
i leave it for a few months and it’s all gone rotten - it’s all gone fallow.