Late night here, Fiends, but our Miss Kitty is safely here, and that makes us happy. She looks well for someone who spent the last six weeks on the road, (heck or even for someone who didn’t!) And seems entirely as happy to be here as we are to have her. We have some big plans for a few days and her camera has a viewing screen…..

Here is my attempt to embed our Skull Map of the World into a blog….(OK, to be truthful, Philas attempt, I am the cut and paste artist, if you missed it first in the comments, it’s a map that let’s you put up a Skull where you are from,so we can see Skulls all over the world. Go ahead, Skull, you know you want to…)

Tomorrow ought to be an interesting day at work. Besides more media than ought to occur in any one day, we are doing the big honey harvest, which means we go out and steal all the honey they don’t need to get thru the winter, and extract it.

It was meant to be fairly straight forward, with Boss, Birdchick, Kitty (holding fast to my hand, as she says) and me, but Boss keeps, uh, adding to the group. Boss is just back from China you see, and still a little, perhaps, not quite with us.

Every time I turned around it seemed another person was coming along to the party, up to and including a reporter from MPR. I guess he figured he’s kill two birds with one stone, do the interview WHILE harvesting honey and get another pair of hands to help in the process. Which is all good the more the merrier, but I did attempt to point out why he could not have all these people help, and mentioned the number of bee suits we possessed, and the number of people….

He said “You can give up your Bee Suit” (not that this would cover the number needed)

“Why Me?” says I

“You never get stung, you can wear the Bee Hat” he says.

I told him the REASON I was the only one not have been stung was that I was the only one who did not GO to the hives without a bee suit….

Ought to be an interesting afternoon. Never dull, this job.

Kali is attempting to savage my hands as I type, which is kind of cute after experiencing what the Bengals were capable of as Kittens (THEY are currently engaged in trying to pull down all the blinds in my sunroom. Go figure.

I’ll leave you with a picture of her shredding my notebook instead…..

Love, Skulls, Bees, and Bengals,
Lorraine