It's such a beautiful fall day. Inspriational! The hue of Almost Rain contrasted the trees to look even more on fire than they could have. It's one of those autumn days where the sky lets the yellowing confetti down continuously.
I swear I'm going to catch one. But as I was walking out of work, laden with two bags and a computer bag, I thought my clumsy slow motion dash to catch leaves might be in vain.
I leave work in time to get home and catch my Humanling off the bus daily. Then I hop back into virtual reality and keep moving the dollar signs around. It's an accidental life calling, but it works wonders for my work/home life balancing and I'm flying my Pharma flag high.
Is it in line with my morals and beliefs? Yes and No. No because I don't eat anything that craps. We eat eggs. A chicken's wasted menses. If it were fertilized, then I'd have issues. Because I do kill croissants. And usually there is an egg and slice of cheese present. We don't eat animals and for anyone who says "I'm vegetarian! I eat fish (or poultry)" No you're not. Take your gang colors off and turn them in for whatever it is that the other team has.
It is a pharmaceutical company. I don't keep track of what we test on or how its done. My function is to do financials for other things that aren't directly related to it. So I'm going to guess that if I knew what goes on, it'd be a No on the moral front.
However, taking care of the little being that we chose to pass through the veil onto this planet....that's a yes. Admittingly, whenever the food bill is higher at the register, I look at Humanling and then back to the cashier with resignation and say "If I only knew you had to feed them...."
It's either that or look directly at Humanling with "Why did you let me spend so much?"
Poor kid. But she is a Capricorn. She can handle a lot. And don't feel bad for her. She's learning how to dish it as she already has quite the refined innate quality. If it weren't for her, most of these posts would be gone. I'd be a poser poster.
....I digress.....
The Bee.
So I'm driving home to get the Through the Veiled Humanling off the bus. Wow, I can't believe how gorgeous it is. One of those days where I actively remember that I'm in New England and treasure it.
A song comes on....and I'm singing and happy to be breathing, driving, seeing with my eyes..."Because when I arrive....I bring the fire....make you come alive...I can take you higher..." awwww yeah. I shift. I look down for a second....look back real quick...something is flagging out of my range of Normalcy. Something on my gloved hand, its alive and its big Enough....
I go from singing and chair dancing to a startled shriek.
The mind races...First Things First...GET IT OFF then figure out what it was.
One deft movement, hand off stick, sharp wrist flick, and the invading item is thrown. Look back at the road to make sure I won't ruin anyone's impending Halloween and then quickly over to my right to survey any seasonal to the moment decor.
A yellowjacket.
These guys are fine for whatever biological reason that we share the earth. But they aren't here to make friends. And I'm not into knowing the voice on the other line of my car insurance.
I have a strict Don't Kill It rule. Unless its a mosquito on your body. Don't come to my house without knowing that there will be a possibility of helping to trap and carry a wasp/mouse/spider/centipede out the door, preserving as many of its legs and breaths as possible.
Do centipedes even have lungs?
As I drive I have now become Turbo Tourette's, turning my head swiftly to the yellowjacket and back to the road back to the stinger, back to the road.
The little guy apparently is immune to wind. I opened the passenger window , big enough for a thousand of him to fly back out of. He decides that he likes the ride of a Saturn. Comfy, smooth, yet unpretentious.
Maybe he likes the ride and the music as much as I was. Maybe that's what lured him in to begin with.
But I already have a dead bee collection in the rear window. After getting home and parking, I ta ta'ed the little guy and opened the window as wide as I could, even with the threat of rain tapping me on the shoulder. I am hoping that if he trusted me with good ride & tunes, he will trust to follow my lead instead of turning himself in to the cemetary of the rear window . And get the hell out of my car.
The sharing only goes so far with the price of gas.
BTW - here is the pre-bee state of bliss tune.
