Had a brainstorm (or so I thought) and went and looked at the two horse stalls as potential holding cages for cats. I decided to use Traveler’s stall- it is closest to the house and in better shape than Racer’s stall is- Race is a Mustang I had for 13 years and he didn’t like to be stalled- even though he was only stalled when he was sick.

So I start hoeing the stall and a friend arrives to help. We were working around this big gray tub that is the size of a small bathtub. It was firmly wedged into the wall and the ground. It was their water trough.

My friend says: “I think we should move this.” I disagreed, told her it was wedged well into the wall and ground it would be hard to move.

“I still think we should move this.” Haley says.

So, I grab the corner, she grabs the side and we both pull hard. The tub falls away and undeneath the tub in the hay, it came alive! There were so many we just beat our feet as far away as we could. Thank the Good Lord they were Oregon native bees and not wasps, hornets, or killer bees. Neither one of us got stung thankfully but we have some hissed off bees right now. I better say “B” is for a Better plan on where to put the cats- LOL