Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
And not only the bee—apparently every other bug, grub, creepy-crawly and eight-legged beastie known to man as well . . .
It’s early in the season yet but it’s already starting to feel like a scene from ‘A Bug’s Life‘ at my house. It started on Saturday when I was cleaning out my pantry (oh joy). All was going well until I noticed a packet of oatmeal which seemed to be taking itself for a walk towards the back corner of the cupboard. Looking more closely I realised said packet was being carried aloft by hordes of tiny black ants. Sigh. What should have been a fairly easy tidy-up job turned into a major ant-eradication program.
And it didn’t end there. While out walking the girls I had my first sandfly bite of the season, which means I am now going to have to slather myself in ‘Rid’ from head to toe every time I go out to the letterbox or hang washing on the line for the next six months. So much fun.
Mabel also encountered this year’s first ‘blowy‘ which sent her into complete tailspin. (Mabel got stung by a bee when she was a tiny puppy and she has never gotten over it. Her little face blew up to twice it’s normal size and she looked a bit like a freaky cartoon character. (I didn’t tell her that though, she was traumatised enough as it was.) Now any time anything buzzes past her she has a bit of a meltdown. Spring and Summer can be very exhausting times for Mabel.)
Add, to that the fact that we have now come into ‘tick season’ which means I will have to be hyper-vigilant with the dogs medication and daily checks and . . . wait for it . . . best of all . . . I am now also anticipating (with barely concealed terror, I might add) the arrival of the first monster spider (and I say first, because I can guarantee there will be others), which is bound to appear in my bedroom any day now.
Ah yes, the joys of Spring. It’s just as well the flowers are so pretty . . .
Sally says . . . eat, sleep, work, read, play, draw, bark . . . 