If I were a turkey buzzard... 10/22/2001
My parents and Grandma Marguerite were here this weekend. That's always amusing. We went for a ride yesterday, and I dragged Ben along. He and my father talked about networks for a while. Very animated conversation, especially for Ben. Ben doesn't talk much.
Anyway, we went to have a picnic by a river, so of course my mom whips out the binoculars. She's obsessed with binoculars. Anyway, this group of turkey buzzards started circling about over a cliff behind us. We all had to look at them through the binoculars, although Ben wasn't too good at looking through the binoculars. He could never see anything. I decided that, if I were a turkey buzzard, I'd circle around a few times to attract other turkey buzzards. Then I'd be like "Haha! Suckers!" and I'd fly off.

There were all these yellowjackets about. My grandma just couldn't handle that. I notice, as she gets older, everything annoys her. Anyway, we were trying to get these yellowjackets. My mom was smashing them with a bag of pretzels. Ben and I trapped them in empty snapple bottles. Ben liked mine better because it was diet. He says the bees fly in looking for iced tea, and then they think, "eww, it's diet!" Then they would realize they were trapped...with diet snapple. Then they'd be really pissed. I don't quite understand why you want them to be pissed, especially since Ben insists on unscrewing the caps before he throws out the bottles because the bugs have "learned their lesson" and deserve to be free. It's cute, though.