I believe that I have blogged before about the Pretty, Pretty Princess and her dislike for laying in places where I think she should lay. Another of her odd habits is that she refuses to lay on the lawn when we are outside. She will find a sunny spot on the concrete an park her little doggy self there, but even when I force her to walk onto the lawn and lay down, she only stays until I tell her that she can get up. Yesterday I thought I would try again because she was in my way. We were scraping paint off of the front steps (concrete front steps. painted. I do not <3 the previous owners of this house. concrete steps should NOT be painted. but now we have to paint them again, because we can’t get all the paint off, just most of the paint off of some of the parts and now it looks even worse than it did before we started scraping. but, I digress, sorry. back to my other story) and the dog was in my way. I walked her onto the sunny spot in the lawn, told her “down” and “stay” and stepped back onto the front walk.
That’s when I heard the creepiest sound I have heard in a while. My lawn was buzzing. Loudly. And something was moving around under the grass. Freaked the dog right out, too. To her credit, she only looked at me with panic in her eyes and begged to be allowed to get away from the scary, scary lawn. But man, did she hop right to it when I told her she could get up. That’s when we found the bumblebees that live in our lawn. Underground bumblebees! No kidding! Mike has named it Beetroplis and he won’t let me spray anything on them or stuff lots of dirt into the hole that they kept climbing in and out. It’s pretty creepy to watch them wandering through the lawn and then disappearing underground. But he keeps saying something about all the bees in the world dying and he isn’t going to let me kill off the nice, friendly bees that are making honey in our front yard when soon they might be the only bees left on earth. I’m hoping he comes to his senses soon, but if he doesn’t and you happen to stop by our house, it’s really best to stay off the front lawn.
In fact, if the bees weren’t enough to convince you, there is another reason that the dog is right and the lawn is not for playing on. We sprayed a hornet’s nest and knocked it off the house yesterday afternoon (apparently they aren’t going extinct and they don’t make honey, so Mike is ok with the slaughtering of hornets). When we went outside this morning to see if Beetropolis was still buzzing, we discovered that the ants that live in our yard LOVE hornet’s nests. They were swarming all over the pieces of hornet nest that we scattered on the lawn. I am slightly curious what they were up to, but mostly I am horrified by the sheer number of swarming creatures in my yard. The dog and I are staying on the patio from now on.