Nests

I finished off some Wildlife Rescue Nests and got them in the mail to a rehab person in Michigan.

The double stranded nests are getting harder on my bad thumb so this is the last shipment for a bit. They have to be crocheted tightly.  Never fear I have plenty of other charity projects to work on.

I created my own wasp nest crochet pattern.  The pattern on the Internet was really large.  I started at the bottom with a magic circle and worked my way up adding stitches when ever I felt like it.  As you can see I am incapable of doing two nests exactly alike.  I had no beige yarn so I chose this dirty green color from my stash.

They are filled with plastic grocery bags.
I used Mod Podge to help protect them a bit...I figured that way they will last  two years instead of just one.

I hung them over the sink to dry...anchored by drinking glasses and a Loon.

Here they are all dry...I can still add a clear spray sealer to them...I found some in Far Guys stash....but I am not sure it is needed.

We will hang them up and see what happens.  One is going out at the Sauna and the other under the back deck (the scene of last years painful encounter.)

We had an exciting Monday...Far Guy tried to cut his finger off and I tried to faint.  I am absolutely worthless when he is bleeding and in pain...being an former EMT I am not bothered by anyone else bleeding or with gaping  wounds...just my husband.  He thought he might need stitches...instead we used steri strips to seal it up.

I am not feeling much better after the Shingrix Shot last Friday...one day at a time...I had another four hour nap.

Far Side

Someone Nameless

Someone who shall remain nameless, did something really stupid.  She might have been playing in the water with someone who shall also remain nameless. She might have been having the best time splashing water into the air because someone nameless loves to jump and snap at water droplets. She might have been enjoying the water as much as the nameless creature.  She might have been a bit reckless and allowed a game closer in than normal.   Some how she might have gotten her finger in the way of one of his really large canines. This might have been a game that they play in the water sometimes over at Shell Lake on hot summer evenings watching for beautiful sunsets and wildlife on the lake.

 She might have cried just a little, she might have ended up in the ER.  She might have been forbidden to use her finger for a few days, too bad she is not a lefty.  She might have gotten a Tetanus shot, she might have to wait and see if a course of IV antibiotics is needed.  She might be so allergic to meds that she is a tough patient to treat, at least that is what the ER Doc might have said.  The ER Nurse might have said "I can spot troublemakers a mile away."  She might have wondered was it written on her chart, heavens it has been almost a year since she might have darkened the door in the ER.  She might not have darkened their door this time either, but she who might see robins first, and someone who might be her other baby brother and someone who might look exactly like Far Guy all thought it was a good idea to be checked out, cleaned up and maybe stitched up.  She might have avoided the stitch part..and might just have a whole slug of steri-strips..she might have a very sore finger. She might be a little cranky for a few days...she might have been a terrible typist before..she might really suck at it now.  This whole incident might have been entirely her fault, she might even deny that it ever happened, to protect the innocent:(

She might have wrapped it all up in gauze after she got home, just to remind her not to use it.