A very sunny and pleasant Monday morning, high 70s, a few high clouds. Looking southward, I spot a heavyset woman leaving Arby’s with her mouth wrapped around the fat buttery corner of a Market Fresh bacon and turkey sandwich, a large beverage poking sidewise from her purse, which appears overburdened with sundries.
Closer to home, a dozen or so hornets have built a nest inside one of the crossbeams of our wooden porch gate—a jarring discovery, certainly, though I don’t anticipate the problem will become severe enought that I’ll be forced to spend the night at Mile High Stadium.
Unless they’re showing movies on the Jumbotron, that is. ‘Cause that might be fun.*
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What kind of hornets?
I want SPECIFICS, goddamnit…
BECAUSE OF THE VESPA CRABRO!!!
Well I’m right there! Just outside Dallas. It hit us with a vengence. High clouds with constant winds of 3 knots with gusts upward of 7 knots.
I am concerned about the track though. I own property in Western Kentucky. Two pig barns, one mostly still standing and a 36 foot trailer circa 1976. Get hit with storm related tornadoes and damages could easily be in the $850 to 1K range.
For god’s sake, Jeff, be careful!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND IT’S THE FAULT OF GEORGE W. BUSH AND HIS PALS IN BIG OIL!!!!!!
THEY’VE CAUSED THE GLOBAL WARMING THAT’S FUELING THIS HURRICANE DISASTER!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel a song coming on…
Good morning America, where are ya?
Can you see me, I can’t see the sun
I’m a wreck they call the city of New Orleans
I’ll be blown five hundred miles ere the day is done.
Here in metro Atlanta, where we’re only 400 miles inland and well short of 1,000 feet above sea level, we’re filling sandbags in anticipation of Katrina’s apocalyptic storm surge.
It appears the eye of the hurricane may pass anywhere from 200 to 300 miles to our west, so we have to be ready for anything.