At 5:10 AM it’s 79 degrees. Wha? Forecast is for 97 degrees and thunderstorms, read: air as thick and close and humid as you can imagine. Welcome to August.
This morning’s wake-up fun was to attempt killing a bee’s nest under a deck chair. They say to do this at night or early morning, “when the bees are at rest.” I think what they mean is, “when it’s cool outside and the bees are too sluggish to move.” I slowly turned the deck chair on its side and bees immediately started crawling out, blowing my carefully choreographed plan. I started wildly spraying them and the nest before one escaped and circled around the mist and came after me. I think I got him in the face while I was running for the door. Unharmed, today. Requires another attempt tomorrow.