I lived on a farm once upon a lifetime ago.  We had cows that would escape the fence every now and then.  While I’m not a cow herder by trade, I can wrangle them if the occasion arises.  It takes me about an hour per cow.  On that farm we were also keenly aware of (and wary of come to think of it) yellowjacket nests.  We tried to avoid these angry creatures at all costs - which is why I never walked down to the pond - there were nests of the boogers hidden in the pasture on the way there.

Imagine the horror of avoiding yellowjackets, bees, wasps, and other stinging creatures on a regular basis, but then at one of the worst times of your life - you get swarmed.  What happened at this accident site could have been predicted given that the vehicle was transporting millions of bees, according to PopFi.com.  And the bees?  All of them angry…

Here’s one on a video camera at the scene (you won’t want to miss the footage if you click through).

So much for being a good Samaritan.

Both of these from my pal Newscoma.  Because they’re both awesome.

Cats don’t care for classical music or otherwise.

And the giant turkey that gives me the wiggums, too.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

This is inspired!  From The Oatmeal …

Did you know Abraham Lincoln loved cats, but Dwight Eisenhower hated them?  This is a fun, fun drawing and is packed full of info about your cat!  Don’t walk here, run (at 30 miles per hour if you were a cat).

I knew from listening to Sharon talk about Jake that he was possibly one of the most loved dogs ever.  We were all heartbroken with her when he passed away two years ago last week.  Jake loved Sharon … heart and soul.  She tells us on the anniversary of his death why he was so special to her.

We circled each other for about a year. He was quiet and very well behaved and liked people. Then one night I had an asthma attack in my sleep and Jake was licking my face frantically, something he had never done before, to wake me. I woke up gasping, made it to the ER, and the doctor told me if Jake hadn’t woken me, I would have died.

I got home and Jake was running in circles with happiness. He knew he had saved my life. And from that moment on, he was by my side, his tail now wagging constantly because he was now happy all the time. He now had a purpose. He was an old dog who was just waiting out his days, and now he had a purpose, and that was to make sure I was okay.

Jake’s love for Sharon knew no bounds.  Beautiful.  Thank you for sharing Jake with us.

From the Squirrel Queen, we learn that it’s not just children who like to play in puddles.  Baby elk do too!

Former television producer and eloquent writer Sharon Cobb reminded me today of the classic cat versus dog diaries.  It always makes me laugh!

A sample from the dog:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

And the cat:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

Thanks for sharing, Sharon!  You made me laugh today!

My friend Aunt B. never fails to amuse me with her stories - whether about ghosts or cats or pitbulls, she never fails to entertain.  I submit the following titled Is It a Rule That All Cat Rescues Must End in Blood?

People, it’s barely even seven o’clock in the morning and I have already had a cat dangling from my bare boob by one claw. Not that there’s an acceptable hour of the day to find a cat’s whole body dangling from a claw in your bare chest…

It reminds me of this great police video I saw this morning where a cat interrupted an officer issuing a ticket!

This is just amazing.

Newscoma linked to this bit of goofy.

Don’t drink in front of the bird - it makes the dog mad.  Hahaha!!

Katherine Coble is thankfully nothing like Mary Katherine Gallagher from Saturday Night Live except her dog is a SUPERSTAR!  Mary Katherine does the whole sniiiiiiiiffffff thing.  My own friend Katherine does not - at least I’m about 100 percent positive she does not.  But I’ll bet her dog does.

Katherine wrote on Just Another Pretty Farce that she slept with a celebrity several nights ago,

Yes, I know I’m married. But I just couldn’t resist. I mean, you see a guy in a movie and something about seeing him on the big screen, bandying with a hot movie star makes him irresistable. Even to me, a woman who takes her wedding vows seriously.  I knew when I watched him swept away that I was swept away by him. I had to sleep with him. I just had to.

Her celebrity?  Her American Eskimo pup.  Katherine tells us that the American Eskimo played a pivotal role in the movie The Proposal.  Though they are beautiful dogs, they have some personality traits would-be owners should be aware of.  For example,

They Are Very Vocal. American Eskimos are excellent watchdogs. This means they will bark at any and everything. You just have to learn to accept that kids and cars passing your house will raise an alarm of barking, mewling and “eskie speech”

Read more of her informative, smart post here.

Photo is her pup, too.