Ham Sandwich Indicted!

For this past weekend's adventure, I headed east to Newark, OH with my equally adventuresome brother to partake in some honey extracting.  Out in God's Country, in a garage heated up to 90 or so degrees by a wood-burning stove, I met the incredibly informative and entertaining Aaron Kirkingburg and his assorted  family members.  Aside from an extensive knowledge of hunting, fishing, and trapping, Aaron's been keeping bees since he was a kid, and was happy to show this wanna-be homesteader what goes into a honey harvest.  For the record, it's a lot of work, and the amount of honey collected is entirely dependent on the weather, other natural elements (predators, parasites), and the temperament of the bees themselves. The whole art of beekeeping is another story entirely, so I'm just going to focus on the process used to extract the honey from the honeycombs.  When my brother and I arrived at the Kirkingburg farm, Aaron had already star...

I spent the night at my parent's house last night, and am sitting at their computer looking out at the front lawn/street, writing this post. 10 minutes ago, I saw my neighbor's cat, Scooter, run by with a baby bunny in his jaws. "Oh, there's natural instincts at work, " I thought. 5 minutes later, I saw the baby bunny run back in front of my house, making a bee line for the relative shelter of my car tires, followed closely by Scooter. "Wow! Baby bunny made it out alive, well done!" I decided to push the pendulum of natural balance in favor of baby bunny so went outside to shoo Scooter away from my car, and his cornered quarry. "Run baby bunny!" I cried. After carrying Scooter back towards his house (he turned around and came right back behind me), I checked on baby bunny. Still crouched by the tire, and oh, had a nasty wound on his hind leg. I gave baby bunny a little poke. "Go baby bunny, go!" Baby bunny just sat there, nose t...