Embarrassed to Admit I Watched All of The 100 (Finished Sunday Night). Proud to Rescue Many Bees the Last Few Weeks, Too, Until...

I do my best to live and let live. Besides mosquitoes, I think twice about killing anything and try my best to let spiders and bugs outside when, somehow, they find their way inside. For the last several weeks, I've been rescuing a bee a day from my front porch as he or she manically is trying to get out and is stopped by the glass windows. It's easiest when they're fluttering at the front door to escape. I open it and, well, so long. When they get caught in the drapes, however, it is a little trickier. 

It wasn't until Sunday afternoon when I was finally watering the lawn that I realized, "Wait. Why are bees swarming by the downpipe outside my front porch?" At first I thought they may have a nest in the gutters. It seemed logical because it's been so dry and a nest wouldn't have washed them away. But then I noticed, NOPE, they were burrowing in between the gutter, and into the side of my house. By the looks of it, they have quite the nest, which would back up to the front porch and explain how they have been getting inside one at a time. If I knock not he window to the left of where I write, a swarm of them flies out into the area by the window and then heads back inside. I bought a natural repellent of mint and other smells that are supposed to deter them, but that didn't work. It just douched them and made them smell like flowers. I tried heavier potions, but there are too many of them (besides, shopping for 'pest control' has me perplexed on the whole matter...they even have rabbit sprays). It got me thinking about what is a pest and how weird it is that we don't see ourselves as a nuisance to them. 

Yep, I know that is hippy dippy. I don't mind bugs. I'm not sure I want them building a kingdom in the blank spaces between my paneling and wood frame, however. That's not good. 

Which brings me to The 100. I brief referenced to the CW program caught my curiosity and so I wanted to give it a chance. Obsesses as I am, when I saw it was 7 seasons and over 100 episodes I said, "Crandall, stop yourself now." Nope. For three months it became my nightly way to unwind before bed. Of course, it's a tale of barbaric killings, human viciousness, violence, and absolute survival, and each season tries to outdo the last once with more horrific exploration about the human species. Definitely not my kind of show, but I was intrigued by how far we might go down the road to maintain our ideologies, extremes, and  animalistic kill or be killed attitude. No one wins. No one won, although I suppose there might be an argument that there was an ending, but I wasn't satisfied. Wasn't the most joyous depiction of what might become of us one day (after climate destruction, war, AI, greed, and powerful elites take over). I guess I watched it as a potential foreshadowing of what may come for humanity 500 years from now. It's a bleak picture, and more of the same really. Hatred is hatred. Divisions are divisions. 

I always wish for the best, but find such optimism difficult at times. I now have The 100 and the bees nest in my repertoire of trying to figure out what it's all supposed to mean. 

Okay, Tuesday. Inhale. Here comes another long one.