I Didn't Know that John Deere Caps were Hip
After visiting with Nicole, my wife (ever the friendly and sociable neighbor) came through the front door with a concerned and somewhat worrisome look on her face. It seems that she had noticed a group of bees beginning to congregate along the side of our house that faces Dan and Nicole's house, in a space that would be easily accessible to our attic by insects who chose to do so.
This caused some distress, as the thought of bees making their home in our attic conjured pictures of two different horror movies: one in which a happy suburban home is attacked by bees who have infiltrated their attic, and another of a bee keeper coming to clear the house of bees and then demanding an exhorbitant payment.
It was in the face of such danger that The Supreme Aglet boldly went to investigate the situation, planning to survey the situation and launch an assault designed to discourage the bees from making our home their home. Failing that, I had planned to attempt communication with the queen bee, hoping perhaps to persuade her to take her minions elsewhere, (Dan and Nicole's house was pretty close by).
You may have noted that The Supreme Aglet's tendancy in such cases is to try to avert violence through diplomatic means, though I am not a socialist.
When I arrived at the scene, I did indeed find several bees congregating, appearing to be in the early stages of scouting an area at which to settle. Ignoring my polite suggestions to leave the area, I armed myself with a garden hose, (yes, the same one that I had previously used my great ingenuity to repair), and the battle for conquest of the side of my house had begun in earnest.
Being completely outgunned and outclassed, the bees put up only brief and ineffective resistance.
The battle was won, and the action had attracted Dan's attention. He was curious as to why I was spraying water in the air with my recently repaired garden hose, not noticing the insects that I was engaged in battle with, (it must have been an unusual sight, although Dan has long since acclamated himself to the antics of The Supreme Aglet, so spraying water into the air using my repaired hose for no apparent reason was, perhaps, not all that unusual).
We met at the fence to engage in conversation, and I had recounted my victory to him. He then changed the subject, choosing to reintroduce a previous discussion about some plans I had for my back yard. In particular, he advocated leaving a particular tree in place which I had intended to remove.
During that discussion, I remarked about the cowboy hat he had donned at that moment, to which he replied with great excitement that he and his son had just procured John Deere caps.
I wondered of the significance of this development, and he proceeded to explain to me that authentic John Deere caps were highly sought-after items among those in the know.
Feining no suprise to hide the fact that I apparently had missed something about the "in the know" crowd (The Supreme Aglet is regarded as a leader of this distinguished group), I answered with some remark to the effect of "oh, yes, of course--I thought you were referring to John Beer".
Having been set straight on this lapse of hip, it is my intention to procure one of these John Deere caps to ensure that no one questions the well-accepted fact that The Supreme Aglet is the bee's knees, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.
This caused some distress, as the thought of bees making their home in our attic conjured pictures of two different horror movies: one in which a happy suburban home is attacked by bees who have infiltrated their attic, and another of a bee keeper coming to clear the house of bees and then demanding an exhorbitant payment.
It was in the face of such danger that The Supreme Aglet boldly went to investigate the situation, planning to survey the situation and launch an assault designed to discourage the bees from making our home their home. Failing that, I had planned to attempt communication with the queen bee, hoping perhaps to persuade her to take her minions elsewhere, (Dan and Nicole's house was pretty close by).
You may have noted that The Supreme Aglet's tendancy in such cases is to try to avert violence through diplomatic means, though I am not a socialist.
When I arrived at the scene, I did indeed find several bees congregating, appearing to be in the early stages of scouting an area at which to settle. Ignoring my polite suggestions to leave the area, I armed myself with a garden hose, (yes, the same one that I had previously used my great ingenuity to repair), and the battle for conquest of the side of my house had begun in earnest.
Being completely outgunned and outclassed, the bees put up only brief and ineffective resistance.
The battle was won, and the action had attracted Dan's attention. He was curious as to why I was spraying water in the air with my recently repaired garden hose, not noticing the insects that I was engaged in battle with, (it must have been an unusual sight, although Dan has long since acclamated himself to the antics of The Supreme Aglet, so spraying water into the air using my repaired hose for no apparent reason was, perhaps, not all that unusual).
We met at the fence to engage in conversation, and I had recounted my victory to him. He then changed the subject, choosing to reintroduce a previous discussion about some plans I had for my back yard. In particular, he advocated leaving a particular tree in place which I had intended to remove.
During that discussion, I remarked about the cowboy hat he had donned at that moment, to which he replied with great excitement that he and his son had just procured John Deere caps.
I wondered of the significance of this development, and he proceeded to explain to me that authentic John Deere caps were highly sought-after items among those in the know.
Feining no suprise to hide the fact that I apparently had missed something about the "in the know" crowd (The Supreme Aglet is regarded as a leader of this distinguished group), I answered with some remark to the effect of "oh, yes, of course--I thought you were referring to John Beer".
Having been set straight on this lapse of hip, it is my intention to procure one of these John Deere caps to ensure that no one questions the well-accepted fact that The Supreme Aglet is the bee's knees, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.
posted by The Supreme Aglet at 6:50 AM
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