It's hot outside. 110° heat index and I'm ready to cry. At least the ruthless war between the honeybees, wasps, and hummingbirds at my nectar feeders is distracting me. I routed the ants myself with a good smear of Vaseline and cinnamon.
Heh, talk about the Battle of Five Armies.
I'm making ice cream tomorrow!
Heh, talk about the Battle of Five Armies.
I'm making ice cream tomorrow!