Unbeknownst to me, another ecosystem has commandeered a piece of my property. When the birds did it a few years back, I was actually quite ecstatic to see what their young ones would look like, how soon they would fly the coop and, more importantly, to know that they found my birdhouse/tealight holder to be the best on the block.
When they returned the next year, my assumptions were confirmed – they love their little glass penthouse. A month or so after shacking up, they produced several lovely wee ones and I felt as though I had helped save the ecosystem in my role as the landlord/foster finch.
This year, in the early part of spring, I saw them reassessing the birdhouse and assumed they would soon move back in. A week passed by, no birds. Another week, no birds. Week after week and they never returned. Is it possible they found a better birdhouse? Unlikely, or so I thought. They never returned.
Just when I thought the creatures of nature didn’t appreciate my living arrangements, I was pulling weeds and was suddenly swarmed by bees. The fact that I was wearing a skirt was not favorable for me. After being stung several times, I found my wasp and hornet spray and sprayed the hell out of my fence. A few days later, I exited my car, once again in a skirt, and those buzzing bastards came after me again.
Similar to the first encounter, I was stung, a lot. I discussed this matter with So Hip and we decided I should just let them bee, literally, for two reasons: 1) the ecosystem and 2) it is the most action I’ve had in a long time.