There is a carpenter bee nesting somewhere around my deck and he is a giant A-hole.
Every time I step out onto my deck, he’s all up in my business, buzzing by my face, getting wild. If I were braver I would do what my mom used to do, and hit him with a tennis racket. But I am not brave, I am cowardly. Too cowardly to even snap a picture of him . I made this picture instead.
I want him dead. Very, very dead. I know he can’t sting me, but he made a mistake when he got machismo all up on MY deck. This is MY house, bee. MY HOUSE!
RIP bee! (When Nick wraps up this important exercise he’s running at work and has time to KILL you!)