#medixnight

“We were in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Magic is always unpredictable, and when that sorceress took it on herself to curse the master, I suspect the whole territory was caught in the crossfire.  I never used to hear wolves howling at night!  And the trees used to be full and green as they should be, not these twisted hunks of wood.  Spells are dangerous, I’ve always said.”

“There’s no knowing the reasons of the fair folk, love.  They do as they will.  Though if you’re just asking for thoughts, I suppose she might’ve seen it as our punishment as well.  After all, we ought’ve given a stranger hospitality just as much as the Prince should have.

“If you’ll forgive me saying so, the master… is not likely to break his curse without some help.  And since you are already forgiving me, I’ll tell you that were I human when this great hairy creature was suddenly tearing through the castle, I would have run away!  Wouldn’t you?”

Sylvie lost. You have to win a battle.

*takes your hand gently* *without breaking eye contact, adds a carrot that says ^to Vegas*

“HEY, KIDS, WE’RE GOIN’ TO VEGAS!” “Why?” “Do you always have to ask such negative questions?”

Ramsey kinda forgets Vegas isn’t inherently kid-friendly? But it’s fine, just don’t look down! Or up. Or anywhere really—

He takes them to see a magic show and Molly and Giovanni LOVE it

Sylvie tries to be all “it’s just smoke and mirrors” but when Giovanni asks him how to perform the tricks, he tries to figure it out and goes into BEEF SHEEP SHEEP BEEF BEEF SHEEP BEEF mode

“You kids ever gambled?” “HA-HECK YEAH!” “Giovanni, have you ever actually gambled before?” “Don’t embarrass me in front of the cool criminal, four-eyes!”

Yeah, Ramsey is a really bad influence and unfortunately Giovanni thinks that’s amazing. Luckily Ramsey loses $200 at the poker tables and ends up being a good example for Sylvie and Molly, who are forever scared off from gambling

They go to Hershey’s Chocolate World and Ramsey buys Molly way too much candy (Sylvie pretends to be cool and not want any)

Summary: short tales about the skeleton brothers who ferry souls to the afterlife. 

IT IS, SIB!! THANK FOR THE BIRTH WISHES!! 

I remember being fascinated by bumblebees from a very early age, the house I grew up in had a bumblebee nest every year between the walls that they accessed through a gap between the bricks. They were never a nuisance so we never attempted to remove the nest or plug up the gap. I remember sitting on the ground in the backyard for many hours, looking at the bumbles flying in and out. We didn’t have beekeepers in the area so I never really saw honeybees as a kid, and if I did, I didn’t know it was a honeybee at the time.

My mother is extremely allergic to bees, wasps etc but still, I was raised with an ‘’if you don’t bother them, they won’t bother you’’ attitude, so I never knew any better than that bees were friendly and not out to get you (although I am to this day wary of wasps) 

I guess the real interest in honeybees started when I moved out off my parents home to a tiny village, because it was much more rural than the city I grew up in it had lots and lots of wildflowers and people growing their own fruits and vegetables and that’s when I really started to encounter honeybees regularly and decided to google more about them and watch some video’s.

Here in The Netherlands we have annual National Beekeepers Days (held in a mid-July weekend), it’s an event where beekeeper guilds open their doors and educate visitors on the importance of bees and you can buy local honey and see bees up close in an observation hive etc. 

That small village I lived in had local beekeepers and so they participated in the National Beekeeper Days, I got word of it and decided to take a look...