buzzzz… and My Girl

About a year and a half ago, R asked me if we could get some chickens for the backyard. I laughed, and assumed that he was joking. He was not. However, I’m pretty sure he knew there was no way I would agree to clean up chicken poop. GROSS! (although given that my main source of protein is eggs every morning, it wouldn’t be the most inconvient). Still, it was no to the chickens.

Last year, he suggested we keep bees. Was he kidding? I asked. HAD HE NEVER SEEN MY GIRL? Growing up, I saw this movie about 600x, and there was no way in heck I was going to relive the untimely death of Thomas J. in my own backyard!!

After taking some time to get over Thomas J. for the 600th time, I found a solution:

I’m always on the lookout for useful gardening gifts, and this little bee house was perfect! It attracts mason bees, and they basically house themselves in there and lay their little bee eggs. Then, baby bees are born and these bees help our garden! (And yes, this is the scientific explanation for it, thankyouverymuch).

We just put it out there on an apple tree, so I will let you know how it goes!