Adventure: Stress with Confidence

Historically, October is a busy month in my family concerning birthdays, deaths, getting the house ready for winter, putting up grape jam, laying by squash, or canning immense amounts of applesauce. I went over to Dad's to clear out a mishmash of bushes that were half planted, half uninvited things hellbent on turning into trees, right at a fenceline. I got lots of sturm und drang going with a bucksaw, getting most of the crowd sawed down to knee level. Next, the pick will dig the rootmass and I will win this plot of turf back. After the frost, I'll tend to the wasp nest in the further bushes.

Can those things chew through a plastic bag? I know I could with both hands tied behind my back, so these insects that can chew wood into paper maybe can also, especially if riled. I think I have to drown them, which I dislike, but don't want to use poison. Where do wasps fit in the suburban habitat? What do they do? These are handsome blue black ones, but unless I find redeeming qualities, they are going into a bucket of water. Maybe I should pour vodka in there with them, for a happier ending. I don't have any vodka...I have....uhhh..Oh! I have some leftover raspberry stuff from making Christmas cookies. Or rum, I do own rum from making babas.

Hopefully, they'll be stupid from the frost anyways, so why am I worried? Uh-oh, Google just stated redeeming qualities such as eating tomato hornworms, those great moogly green things that eat tomato plants. These are named Great Black Wasps, and are generally non-aggressive. Hrmph. They are pretty, but are living in an overgrown bush that is going to get trimmed in favor of a fruit tree. Well, they have earned a stay of execution.

I took Kai with me as I cleared the yard. She didn't object too much to the harness and collar, but had not been anywhere in the car except the vets. Her exploring was limited, and most of the time she sat back under the bushes I was destroying. Took her in to see Dad, who was not very interested. I let her trot around the house and run up stairs, which she negotiated very well. I have had animals not know what to do with stairs, and wonder if this indicates pre-existing knowledge of where she lived before. Who knows...when we got back to the apartment, she jumped to the highest dresser and napped. I think she liked going, she'll let me know when I bring the harness out next week.

Adventures. Sleep well, shake out the blankets. Take them to an outdoor line if you can and let the air freshen the weave. You will sleep sounder than anyone else in town.

Good night to all, bless you my readers.