Friday, April 16, 2010
It has been Rocky's mission in life ever since the day he came home with us at 8 (or so) weeks old to hunt all manner of flying insects in our backyard. Especially the ones that annoy him.
Rocky just has it out for carpenter bees, wasps, and honey bees =the enemy. He has a vendetta out for stinging insects. Butterflies and flies are considered friends. Dragonflies, well, they are in the gray area between friend and foe. They are just as annoying to Rocky as the enemy, but they don't sting him.
For some reason, he thinks it is okay to chase after, bark at, and attempt to snap up these monster needles with wings. Hello Rocky, that's gonna hurt when you bite down.
Anyway, there is a war going on in my backyard. What are the pros to this 'war'? It is: free, no one has died (yet), and highly amusing. What are the cons to this 'war'? Well, being stung is it really.
It's madness I tell you! I can't even begin to tell you how much I hate bees and wasps. I run away from them. He runs towards them! If you can't tell in the picture, Rocky is standing at the top of the steps...and almost jumped up at that stupid carpenter bee. At the top of the stairs.
Young Bee Hunter, smart he is not. But cute he is.