18 March 06

Scalawaggus

Charlie the scalawag Here’s our nitwit of a tree climber, looking very carefree.

Happily last night, our landlord’s son Johnny came by at the right moment. He’s a strapping lad in his mid-thirties who’s a beekeeper by profession. He went up the stepladder to reach the first major fork in the tree, and then climbed up the branch a few more feet to reach and rescue Charlie. In appreciation we made Johnny a standing offer of a beer, but he was headed out in his truck to do something with his bees.

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  1. To me, Charlie looks like he doesn’t want anyone looking at him, like he’s trying to hide, like he’s . . . embarrassed!

    But then I don’t know anything about cats.
    — Doc Rock    19. March 2006, 14:23    Link
  2. Charlie seems to be doing his best to pretend that it never happened, right? After all, to be rescued by a beekeeper—why, that almost has a poetic edge to it, if one thinks of Rilke and the bees of the invisible and the panther and all that….
    — maria    19. March 2006, 20:31    Link

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