Mr. C. Cow has gotten into knowing everything he can about bugs. I’m not talking about identification, collecting, or even reading a book on the subject. He’s decided to get to know them on a first name basis. Their likes and dislikes. If they prefer coffee to tea. Who does that? Who takes the time to get to know if a spider prefers two lumps or one in their tea? Apparently it’s Mr. C. Cow.
We’ve gotten to a point where I’ve made cookies for a butterfly, gave directions to a beetle as to where the closest gas station is, and discussed the importance of fabric softener use to a caterpillar. Do they even use fabric softener? I understand that they are furry but do they wear sweaters in the fall if it’s chilly out? Do they need to make sure it’s extra soft? I should ask Mr. C. Cow since he is now an expert on this subject.
You know….if you think about it….Mr. C. Cow is the ultimate expert on everything buggy related. Most individuals spend their time studying the science when Mr. C. spends his time studying the individual. Think about how it must feel to a phantom crane fly when they are just trying to say hello but you misunderstand and try to swat them. Or the lady bug that was just trying to take a nap on your bathroom sink but you get freaked out because “OMG! BUG IN MY BATHROOM!!!”. She may have asked permission to be there but you didn’t hear her because she has a tiny voice and you weren’t listening.
We all need to take a page out of Mr. C. Cow’s buggy book and stop judging by looks. Not all spiders want to bite your face. (Face bite bad!!) There is good and bad everywhere. Maybe we need to stop looking for the bad all the time when it comes to the bug world, carefully shake hands…paws…legs…with a spider and ask them how they take their tea.
Yeah….I’ve learned that spiders enjoy a small cup of tea…as long as they don’t fall into it. (Bonus Lesson: Life jackets are needed if you give them a regular sized mug.)
Photos taken by…ME!!! Go Me!
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Spring has sprung. I’m not sure if it sprung a leak or sprung into action but it had arrived. With the new season landing it has brought along nicer weather and a hint of buds among the trees. Spring has also brought along the required cleaning of the camper. This task lies, mostly, on my shoulders as Mr. C. Cow is more of a mess maker and not a mess cleaner. I don’t mind because it beats having to tell a cow that a pair of cowboy boots do not go in a dishwasher.
To keep Mr. C. occupied, I sent him off to take pictures to share with all of you for todays postcard. I know that I can always trust him to take wonderful photos to share with all of you.
While he was gallivanting around nature, I was elbows deep in soapy water. I was tackling the task of washing five tons of cups I found under Mr. C. Cow’s bed. I’m not exactly sure how they ended up there or how they all fit but it was a monstrous activity. Having a glass of water next to your bed at night is a wonderful idea but forgetting about it after it rolls under your bed is not so great. This explains why I could never find any in the cupboard.
My next undertaking was something I like to call “How many empty orange juice containers can you fit in a fridge crisper drawer?”. If you guessed “fifteen” then you should get a prize. I was guessing only two but I was WAY OFF. I’m not sure why Mr. C. Cow feels the need to throw empty containers in a fridge drawer but he must have some sort of reasoning. Maybe he thinks it’s an empty container drawer that magically empties itself. Who knows!!
When I got to the laundry, I was expecting a pile of blankets with hoof prints and jelly all over them. (Mr. C. has a habit of eating jelly sandwiches in bed). To my surprise there was no laundry to do. All of our clothes were hung up in the closets. The blankets were nicely folded and placed on top of the dryer. Mr. C. Cow even washed his oversized floppy hat and hung it up to dry. I was floored! No…literally….I was so shocked I had to lay down on the floor while feelings of excitement passed. There were no bubbles covering the floor due to the overuse of soap. The jelly stains on Mr. C.’s blankets were eradicated. I was so happy I had little tears of joy!
When Mr. C. Cow came back I gave him the biggest hug one of my size can give a cow. He moo’d in confusion until I explained how important he was to me. It’s not just the laundry nor the postcard photo taking that makes Mr. C. important. What makes him an important part of my life is the fact that, jelly stains aside, he’s always there to help without anyone asking. That’s what friendship is all about. Helping each other out.
Maybe next Spring I’ll have him help me with the dishes. Only if he’s the one to clean all the cups out from under his bed.