ON WASPS & FIRE ANTS & THINGS
At our new home in the City by the Lake there are all kinds of creepy, flying, and crawling creatures. These can provide a fascinating and exciting experience for our young knight Don Andrew. Generally Don Andrew is fearless when it comes to all kinds of adventurous activities. He will travel with his old sidekick Grandpa Sancho almost anywhere, except where there are wasps and fire ants.
Recently our young knight hired out to his faithful squire to plant some tomatoes. He wanted to earn some quarters so he could purchase the soundtrack to the movie Cars. Its true the duo waited a little late in the year for planting and drought conditions had already set in. We got the “A Shovel” (so named because Don Andrew had Grandpa Sancho put an A on the shovel so everyone would know who that particular shovel belonged to) and tried to dig in the ground. After many tries the ingenious duo had to resort to larger equipment. A grubbing hoe could only break the surface, so water had to be added to soften the dirt. After a long while the shovel would work. Four of the holes were now dug and two remained to be dug.
Now Don Andrew is a little like his (almost) namesake Don Quixote. He not only likes to go on adventures that end up being misadventures, he also gets just a little bit confused at times. He was convinced the two want-to-be farmers are actually planting potatoes. Or, is it because he hates to eat tomatoes, even though he drowns French fired potatoes in tomato catsup?
As the day wore on so did Don Andrew. This five year old farmer was getting pretty hot in the 100+ degree head out there in the back forty. All of a sudden he called out “Grandpa we have to go in. There is a red wasp.” Now red wasps seem to be the monsters of the wasp world. Don Andrew assured his old grandpa that the wasp could be easily killed with “Wasp Poisonous” (Don Andrew’s name for poison. Incidentally, there is also “Fire Ant” Poisonous,” “Spider Poisonous,” and Mosquito Poisonous.”
Grandpa Sancho couldn’t see a wasp. But, Don Andrew assured him there were wasps over there near their nest. Upon closer investigation, the wasp nest turned out to be a bird nest in a tree. So, there was really no wasp but Don Andrew had convinced his ancient sidekick there was a need to go inside, rest, and cool off.
So, the two of them sipped tea, reclined in comfortable chairs, and watched Sandlot for the twentieth or thirtieth time. All was finally well with the two adventurers. Farming the back forty would just have to wait for a cooler day.
Recently our young knight hired out to his faithful squire to plant some tomatoes. He wanted to earn some quarters so he could purchase the soundtrack to the movie Cars. Its true the duo waited a little late in the year for planting and drought conditions had already set in. We got the “A Shovel” (so named because Don Andrew had Grandpa Sancho put an A on the shovel so everyone would know who that particular shovel belonged to) and tried to dig in the ground. After many tries the ingenious duo had to resort to larger equipment. A grubbing hoe could only break the surface, so water had to be added to soften the dirt. After a long while the shovel would work. Four of the holes were now dug and two remained to be dug.
Now Don Andrew is a little like his (almost) namesake Don Quixote. He not only likes to go on adventures that end up being misadventures, he also gets just a little bit confused at times. He was convinced the two want-to-be farmers are actually planting potatoes. Or, is it because he hates to eat tomatoes, even though he drowns French fired potatoes in tomato catsup?
As the day wore on so did Don Andrew. This five year old farmer was getting pretty hot in the 100+ degree head out there in the back forty. All of a sudden he called out “Grandpa we have to go in. There is a red wasp.” Now red wasps seem to be the monsters of the wasp world. Don Andrew assured his old grandpa that the wasp could be easily killed with “Wasp Poisonous” (Don Andrew’s name for poison. Incidentally, there is also “Fire Ant” Poisonous,” “Spider Poisonous,” and Mosquito Poisonous.”
Grandpa Sancho couldn’t see a wasp. But, Don Andrew assured him there were wasps over there near their nest. Upon closer investigation, the wasp nest turned out to be a bird nest in a tree. So, there was really no wasp but Don Andrew had convinced his ancient sidekick there was a need to go inside, rest, and cool off.
So, the two of them sipped tea, reclined in comfortable chairs, and watched Sandlot for the twentieth or thirtieth time. All was finally well with the two adventurers. Farming the back forty would just have to wait for a cooler day.
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