I’ve been heading out to the vegetable garden every evening around 4pm and pulling weeds.Â The reason is two-pronged.Â One, I get the weeds out of the garden and the real plants can get some sun and start to grow and two, Bubba will run non-stop while I’m outside.Â Mr. OCD needs to burn off some of that energy so it works.Â If he had opposable thumbs I would teach him how to vacuum.Â Instead he runs a path in the yard.
He does the same thing in the morning when I go out to pick up dog crap.Â He pretty much cries with glee that I’m going out into the yard with him.Â Then he runs laps while I pick up his crap.Â To be a dog and to find ectasy is such simple things.Â Anywho, for the last couple of weeks I’ve been hearing bees when I was out there.Â My property is pretty wooded so birds, trees, bees, it all made sense.Â In this one area I noticed they divebombed me a little.Â But it was always at sunrise and who really cares that much around sunrise?
About a month ago, amazingly before the 14 days and 10 inches of rain began I went out and trimmed one of the trees that was touching the roof of the house.Â New roof, tree scraping off asphalt=bad.Â My contractor was supposed to have built me a new gate back when I was in Laughlin, but he’s kind of a trainwreck so he finished it a couple of weeks ago.Â The DAY the rain started.Â During that period of time I couldn’t get from the front yard to the back without going through the house.Â So the tree trimmings sat in a big stack.
(Yes that’s Bubba running in the background)Â Yesterday it was dry enough to get the green bin from the front and start clipping up the branches.Â I did the first stack no problem and then headed over to the major stack.Â The previous owner’s brother built bird houses all over the property.Â Birds may have used them at one time but I’ve never seen a bird in them in the last two years.Â As a matter of fact, I was planning on pulling them all down to keep the rodents out of them.Â As I approached the stack, Rita was under the tree watching something.Â Then I looked up and noticed the bird house.Â Something was inside it.Â Not what I expected.
I think they are some sort of real bees, as opposed to wasps which means there are rules as to what I can do to get them out of there.Â I assume once it gets hot honey will run out of the box and all over the ground and attract ants and I’ll have the freaking Circle of Life going on in my back yard.Â IÂ just hope they aren’t Africanized.