Maybe he didn't fly off because he was being a responsible aviator and observing the "8 hours bottle to throttle" rule.
The Apocritans have been friendly lately. A bee landed on my arm at the Highland Games and just stayed there. I eventually, gently, shooed him away, only to discover that a wasp had attached itself to my shirt and was clinging there. He was asked to leave immediately, but still gently.
It was a windy day, so I assume they were sheltering.
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So, um ...
What do you do with a drunken insect?
🎵”Fish him out with an 8-inch Kabar…”🎵
:-D
Maybe he didn't fly off because he was being a responsible aviator and observing the "8 hours bottle to throttle" rule.
The Apocritans have been friendly lately. A bee landed on my arm at the Highland Games and just stayed there. I eventually, gently, shooed him away, only to discover that a wasp had attached itself to my shirt and was clinging there. He was asked to leave immediately, but still gently.
It was a windy day, so I assume they were sheltering.
Then "put him in the brig until he's sober, earlie in th'mornin'"
Sounds like the Irishman who drowned in a vat of whisky, and had to get out twice to relieve himself.
Terrible. Where's PETA when we need 'em?
Except I have it on good authority that yellow jackets aren't particularly tasty animals, so maybe PETA doesn't care.
My father, though, wouldn't have fished out of his soda--"That's flavor."
Eric Hines
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