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Boring Bees and Pit Droids

   Hey, everyone! Today I want to talk about Boring Bees. I don't mean to imply that they are not interesting or unable to make for an interesting conversation. They are known for drilling holes in wood. The holes they drill are as round and smooth as a bullet hole. Since my place here is made of 1 inch thick slabs of oak, rough-cut on an old saw mill by myself, my sons and an elderly minister, the boring bees love it here.
     These bees are commonly referred to as Carpenter Bees. They are also referred to as a lot of words that I can't say on a "G" rated blog. People hate them because they are real pests. They leave piles of sawdust on your deck. They reward you for giving them a place to live and a free meal by placing excrement on the side of your house. I suppose their diet, being high in fiber, causes this.
     The government, in their wisdom, outlawed the one chemical that proved effective against them. Some say that you can wait until nightfall and put wood putty in their holes while they are inside. Sounds sort of macabre, sort of Night of the Living Dead, but I have an alternate method.
     In the above picture, you'll see one of the bees, lying dead in front of a tennis racket. Since these evil creatures are the size of a bumble bee, (they have no stinger) you can actually smack them out of the air with a tennis racket. Once they are on the ground, one must stomp them with one's shoe in order to have a confirmed kill. Sounds like hit-man lingo. Hah, hah.
     I had one weekend, many years ago, when I killed over 200 of the scum.
     Hello, again. My new internet service, called Wild Blue, has been out for the last 14 hours. Unfortunately, it went out when I had finished this post but had not published it. I lost at least half of a good article and now I can not remember what I had written. I have had the service 10 days and have had lengthy outages for about 5 of the days. To say that I am irritated would be a minor understatement. Sigh! Now a moment to calm down and think.
     I recently bought the excellent game called Pizza vs. Skeletons. I had played the free version and had blogged about it. When I saw it on sale for a mere 99 cents, I immediately bought it. (During one of the rare times I had internet service.) I think this game is witty, different and fun. I recommend it.
     I also downloaded a free game called Pit Droids. It is made by the Star Wars people and the graphics are quite nice. It is actually a puzzle game. Here's the recipe.
    You are trying to lead robots to their doom, or at least make them fall into a pit. To do so, you tap on the tiles to direct their path. By tapping on the tiles you place directional arrows on them and guide the droids. My wife, the puzzler, likes this game okay. Myself, I am not too enamored with it, since there are no zombies, explosions or the like. For free, however, it is fine.
     I suppose that I am out of the mood to chat, so I will bid you a good day and I hope that you have a pleasant week.
    I'm CE Wills.
     
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