Another question: How the hell did Robert alone manage to find Andy in the middle of the woods while trillions of cops with dogs and helicopters were still intent to figure out which way to go to get out of home farm?
Hey, are you still doing live streams? Sorry I haven't been at them much, I've been busy with school starting, but if you'll have me I'd love to come again!
I didn’t do one this week just because my mood was funky and the week before that I kept it lowkey with my gf and a couple of friends. I will probably start them again, if so, they will likely be on Fridays from now on??
They do have favourite flowers! Each type of bee will have a favourite type of flower, so when there are different swarms of bees living in the same area, they don’t have to compete with each other.
Bees can see every colour except red, but they can still visit red flowers, because they can see special ultraviolet patterns on them. They have five eyes to see with (it must be hard for them to buy glasses.)
When bees are young, the first job they do is cleaning up around the hive (even bees have to do chores) and once they’re older they start looking after the larvae. It’s the oldest bees who protect the hive and go looking for pollen.
Bees do two different dances depending on whether the flowers are close to the hive or far away:
And the different moves tell the other bees all about it:
They also dance to tell everyone about a new nest spot they’ve found for the colony, and the better the new place is, the more enthusiastic the waggle dance is! Then they vote by joining in the dance if they like it - if enough of the bees start dancing, then the vote is settled and they move to their new home.
When I think of witchcraft, one of the images that immediately comes to mind is of my great-grandmother’s gnarled hands.
She had broad, capable fingers and wide, strong palms, calloused from years of work. I saw those hands bundle herbs, splint broken bones, and deliver babies.
I must have sketched them so, so many times as I was growing up. To me, they were the very image of a cunning woman - they had milked cows and stitched wounds and painted my face with ointment under the moon.
And one of those mental images is of her using a vintage coffee grinder that was older than I was.
Her hands hurt, towards the end. She couldn’t grind things easily with a mortar and pestle anymore.
So she used an ugly, loud, vintage coffee grinder. And she loved it.
So, yes, one of my mental images that I associate with witchcraft is of a person making allowances for their own physical capabilities and limitations by using modern technology instead of ancient tools.