You may be wondering what bees need a hotel for, when they make their own hives. The truth is that many species of bees are solitary – the do not live in hives but instead construct their own nest. The main reason for this is because in these species every female is fertile and this would not make for comfortable communal living in a hive.
air bee n bee
so like in other words they can’t live in a hive because they’d just FUCK all the time
Did I tell you guys already how much Tigerbelle loves extra sharp cheese????? I’m eating some right now and she is literally trying to swipe it from my hands
From the Facebook pages of Project Coyote/Classic Cars USA:
Last week on my way to work in the early morning, a coyote darted in front of my car and I hit it. I heard a crunch and believed I ran over and killed it. Upon stopping at a traffic light by my work, a construction woman notified me that there was in fact a coyote still embedded in my car. When I got out to look, this poor little guy was looking up and blinking at me. I notified Alberta fish and wildlife enforcement right away who came to rescue him. Miraculously, he was freed and had minimal injuries despite having hitched a ride from Airdrie to Calgary at highway speeds! Their biologist checked him over and gave him the good to go. They released him in Kananaskis. Clearly mother nature has other plans for this special little guy! -Georgie Knox
FOOD CHAIN, BABYYYyYyy
Plot-essential NPC.
I’m dying at the fact that he looks only like…mildly perturbed and inconvenienced by this at most.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN AND JOHN ADAMS ONCE HAD TO SHARE A BED IN A CROWDED INN, AND SPENT A CONSIDERABLE AMOUNT OF TIME ARGUING OVER WHETHER OR NOT THE WINDOW SHOULD REMAIN OPEN DURING THE NIGHT, AND WHETHER AN OPEN WINDOW WAS A HEALTHIER WAY TO SLEEP OR A SUREFIRE WAY TO GET SICK.
I wonder who was of which opinion
FRANKLIN WANTED THE WINDOW OPEN, ADAMS WANTED IT CLOSED.
I wonder who won.
FRANKLIN, BY TOTAL KNOCKOUT. HE KEPT EXPLAINING WHY FRESH AIR IS ACTUALLY GOOD FOR THE BODY UNTIL ADAMS GOT BORED AND FELL ASLEEP, ALLOWING FRANKLIN TO DO AS HE PLEASED RE: THE WINDOW.
Why is the lighting on this so dramatic? Is this an eldritch pie? Is it poisoned? Is it magic? If I eat it will I see visions of the future? Will I astrally project into a blueberry?
It’s evil pie
And I’m the overly-practical loser who sees this and goes “YES! PIE!”
That’s goblin fruit pie. Fae not tricking me into pining for pie til I die.
@seananmcguire– how ill-advised would it be to consume this pie?
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats of fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3×3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
So, Saturday was Lenore’s 5 year anniversary of being adopted (Oct 28th, 2012!) and I thought I would post this video, from the day I brought her home. This is literally, as described above, all she did for like 3 days straight.
a small glitter tutorial that is badly cropped and vague i am sorry
hopefully this helps some people though!! This tutorial is for clip studio paint or photoshop mostly but im pretty sure you can do it with any program that has particle brushes!
so this is one of those nice karma filled stories.
Anyway, let’s get some back story in. I am a night shift manager at a truck stop/grocery store. The place is huge. and for the most part I spend my shift cleaning or cover till while my co-worker cleans her side of the store. Now there is one thing that makes our store odd. We offer two types of rewards cards, one for truckers and one for regular customers, and since we are only an affiliate with the truck stop company we actually don’t honor some of the benefits that the trucker card offers, such as when you fuel more than fifty gallons (which is like half a tank on a semi tractor trailer) you get a free cup of coffee. But since we are only an affiliate and serve our own brand we don’t honor that. Now comes the story. I am sweeping near the trucker registers and shooting the shit with the security guy while my co-worker was covering till. In comes the culprit of the worst thing I have ever seen a customer do to an employee. Now I am pretty laid-back while working till and you could call me every name in the book and it wouldn’t even come close to phasing me and in fact I would probably forget about it as soon as you leave. however. you verbally, or in this case physically, assault one of my employee’s I will ruin your fucking life. Back to the customer who has gotten a large (around 20oz) cup of coffee from our self-serve area and comes up to my co-worker. she greets him and things seem fairly normal, remember we don’t honor the free coffee deal that the rewards card gives since we are only an affiliate with the truck stop company. So I am making my way towards the back of the store when I hear things start to get out of hand. So as I am coming up to the register to see what is the problem I catch the tail end of what was a pretty one-sided conversation:
Co-worker: I’m sorry, but we are only an affiliate of (truck stop company) and we do not honor the free coffee program, however if you would like to use your points I can do that instead.
Fuck face customer: Are you serious! that is fucking bullshit! I just fueled 100 gallons of diesel! I want my fucking cup of coffee you (insert derogatory slur for lesbians, insert derogatory slur for women, insert derogatory slur for Jews)
At this point I have broken out into a near dead sprint to the register to back up my cashier, and I see out of the corner of my eye our security guy coming up to remove the guy. when he then decides to take the lid off of his steaming hot cup of coffee and throws it at her. Thankfully most of it missed her but some still ended up getting sloshed on her shoulder and arm.
Some minor backstory about myself, I was a second team all-state defensive end and took sixth place in wrestling my senior year in my weight class. so I take my sprinting six foot three, 285 pound body turn on a dime and full on tackle this guy. I did not care if it got me fired because I was just seeing red. after he hits the ground I grab his arm and twist it in such a way that that it was excruciatingly painful while our security guy called the sheriff. Once he gets off the phone he comes over to take him to the security office. I have calmed down a little and go up to see how my cashier is doing, she is shaking just a little and I can’t tell if it is from the fact she was assaulted by a customer or the fact that it was middle of january and -10 outside plus windchill and our store’s hvac system was shit. so after telling her to go the front office and change into a dry work shirt I have a sickening sweet thought come into my mind turning to my co-worker I ask if he was apart of a trucking company. To which she replied that she didn’t know but had just printed him off a fuel receipt. grabbing the receipt of the register I look and see that I am in luck. At the bottom of most trucker receipts that use a corporate card they also include what company the card belonged to along with other pertinent info that is common such as drivers license number, truck and trailer numbers, and whatnot. Seeing the trucking company’s name I whip out my phone and do a quick google search and am able to find the company’s customer service number. At this point the sheriff’s deputy comes in and I proceed to inform him about what happened and lead him back to the back office. this whole process takes about ten minutes but I wasn’t needed for all of it. so I go back to the register and wait to put my plan into action. I see the deputy bringing the trucker out in handcuffs when I wave him over and motion for him to bring the trucker with him. when they get to my register I turn around and use the store’s phone to dial the customer service line of fuck face customers trucking company and stick the phone on speaker. While we are waiting fuck face customer goes off on a tirade about how our (insert derogatory slur for african-americans) security guard had assaulted him and he was going to sue the store because of that and because I tackled him. at which point the customer service rep picks up, announces the company that he works for and asks what he can help me with. Looking over at the trucker who’s face has gone a ghostly pale I let out a smirk as I notice the deputy start to chuckle. the conversation goes.
Me: Hey my name is (insert name) and I am the graveyard manager at (insert store name) up here in (insert state name). And I would like to inform you that you need to send out a replacement driver for (insert truck and trailer number).
Customer service rep: Okay? is something wrong?
Me: Well the driver of (insert truck and trailer number) found it necessary to verbally attack my employee and then throw a hot cup of coffee at her. So he is being taken away at this very moment by the sheriff and being booked on assault charges.
Customer service rep: Oh. My. Gosh. Is your co-worker alright? I can’t believe one of our drivers would do that. I will pass this on immediately to my supervisor and have this investigated.
Me: Thank you that would be greatly appreciated.Have a good rest of your shift man. (hangs up phone)
Turning to the sheriff’s deputy who has decided to forego even trying to act professional starts letting out loud echoing bellows of laughter. The icing on the cake was the truck driver muttering another slur that I didn’t catch. I watched the two go out to the deputy’s squad car and load him up only for him to come back and say that that was probably the best punishment he has ever seen delivered. Our security guard than comes up with a flash drive with the video of the incident on it and sends him on his merry way.
So the morale of the story is. Don’t fuck with my employee’s and throw coffee on them and I won’t make sure you get fired.
Best part is I ended up being invited because of this to my co-workers beautiful wedding and even getting to be in some of the official photos with her and her wife.
Pride, Prejudice and Mail Order 