Waiting on the Bug Man.

But first I have to say, “What’s up with Tuesdays?”

Last Tuesday there was a tornado that ripped through Angus,  Ontario.   And then yesterday there was another tornado that touched down in in New Tecumseth,  which is a few kilometers south west of Barrie.   Anyway,  these events were both on a Tuesday.   Puts a crimp in the Tuesday sailing program,  although I’ve opted to go out on Thursdays this year.  

But of course,  that didn’t matter last week anyway,  since our race Thursday night was first “delayed” and then cancelled due to lack of wind.  Gotta have at least some wind to sail the boats.  And with a keel boat such as the C & C 27 (Mark 3), you’re better served with at least 15 knots.  She ain’t no “light air boat”.

Anyway,  it was as dead as a fart out there,  and hopefully tomorrow night will be better.  We’ve been having some goofy early summer weather,  that’s for sure.

But there’s no “Global Warming”,  right? 

Nah.

 

 

So the Bug Man said he’d be here at 10:30 a.m.,  which of course meant I had to scurry home from Breakfast Babes.  Naturally he didn’t show up until almost noon.

Let’s just put it this way,  this is a good business to be in.  If you can handle dealing with the critters,  hanging off of and falling off of ladders,  (he was telling me stories)  then you can make a killing.   I think there’s a pun in there.  

I wanted to kill off the remaining carpenter bees before Carpenter Dude and I start working on this project.   These treatments tend to work for a couple years,  and if we can keep the bees at bay,  that would be a good thing.

One summer I actually counted over 60 bees that I killed.  And don’t be giving me the gears about killing off carpenter bees.  It’s not like they’re even remotely like honey bees.  Plus the bastards and all their ancestors have been chewing on the house for the last several decades.

 

Carpenter bee:

Honey bee:

I have been bitten by a carpenter bee.  It hurt.

They use their jaws to excavate those perfectly round holes.  So those same jaws are really proficient at taking a chunk out of Bob’s little finger. Can’t remember why I didn’t have the gloves on at that particular moment.  Silly bunt. 

He didn’t live long.

 

So that was today’s big “adventure”.   Notice how I’m NOT the one on the ladder?  Standing and watching is my preferred activity.

 

Keep it between the ditches,  and thanks for stopping by.