saving dean

So there's this tiny patch of flowers...

…in a huge expanse of fields near where I work. And the bees are ALL ABOUT IT. Like, always at least 12 bees hitting up this three foot area. No other flowers to pollinate within sight. 

I walk past it almost everyday and think, ‘How has this one bit of flowers not been mown down with all the rest of the grass?’

Is someone PROTECTING this itty-bitty little buzz-patch?

Which made me picture some super-proactive environmentalist/bee-lover standing sentry over the one spot at the time the lawn mower is out and about. And the groundskeeper trying to switch up the mowing schedule to REALLY CRAZY hours just to get to the small patch of flowers. And the utter frustration of discovering that the crazy bee-dude is SERIOUSLY GUARDING THE PATCH AT 0512 ON A FREAKIN’ SUNDAY MORNING-?! WHO IS THIS WEIRDO!?

okay but how funny would it be if, after all this build up, Sam is the one to use the grenade launcher