… So now I am being in talked into getting bees.
Let me re-cap the insanity.
First there was the rabbit trapping venture where one neighbor used my land to lay traps in return for some stew, then it was the veggie swap, then chickens – which I am still totally doing- and next is beekeeping. The goat is still undecided.
Oh, and if you read this and run into my son please do not let on those rabbits were eaten. We told him Mr. L was selling them to the pet store so parents could buy their kids pet rabbits for Easter when he wanted to know what all the cages in the woods were for.
You know, there was a time when I used to joke about the great old spinster fear of dying alone and my body going unnoticed by anyone except a very hungry cat. But the higher probability is that I will die of rabies from eating an infected rabbit and the chickens will peck my corpse into an unrecognizable mess. Or I will die from multiple bees stings and the chickens will peck my corpse into an unrecognizable mess. Or the dudes on the ATV’s across the street will accidentally shoot me with a crossbow while out hunting coyotes and the chickens will peck my corpse into an unrecognizable mess.
This is getting out of hand. What next, denim jumpers?!?