"Wasps are definitely temperamental." Hugh nods, finishing his one biscuit and licking his fingertips; that seems to be enough for him. True to his earlier claim, despite the eager eating, he hasn't really eaten that much for a kid who's been alone in the woods for a few days. "Soon I'll have to start watching out for them to make sure none hurt my bees." Spring is a beautiful season, but like any other, it can be brutal in its own way.
And while his bees could defend themselves as needed, they're clearly much more on the docile end of the spectrum -- judging by the gentle way they're behaving towards Cricket. They're sweet little things, and it's much easier to protect them during the winter when they don't really come out much.
Hugh props against an elbow, tilting his head against his palm as he listens to Cricket, a smile lighting up his face again as Cricket expands on the idea of a bee box. "They would like that so much! I think they could make a lot more honey that way." It does get kind of cramped inside him. His bees have never made honey to share with others before; it's always just been to store up for themselves, and he likes the thought of selling some.
He's looking down at the older boy's legs now, not meaning to be rude, just thoughtful. "One of my bees got hurt awhile back, and now he's only got one wing. It gets sore for him in winter, too.. but laying out in the sunlight helps it feel better. He's like a lazy cat soaking it up."
He pauses, before his brows lift and he sits up eagerly. "I can help you do things if you need me to. I'm not that strong, but I can run fast. And I can do any chore so long as you tell me how to do it."
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Date: 2019-05-09 09:13 pm (UTC)And while his bees could defend themselves as needed, they're clearly much more on the docile end of the spectrum -- judging by the gentle way they're behaving towards Cricket. They're sweet little things, and it's much easier to protect them during the winter when they don't really come out much.
Hugh props against an elbow, tilting his head against his palm as he listens to Cricket, a smile lighting up his face again as Cricket expands on the idea of a bee box. "They would like that so much! I think they could make a lot more honey that way." It does get kind of cramped inside him. His bees have never made honey to share with others before; it's always just been to store up for themselves, and he likes the thought of selling some.
He's looking down at the older boy's legs now, not meaning to be rude, just thoughtful. "One of my bees got hurt awhile back, and now he's only got one wing. It gets sore for him in winter, too.. but laying out in the sunlight helps it feel better. He's like a lazy cat soaking it up."
He pauses, before his brows lift and he sits up eagerly. "I can help you do things if you need me to. I'm not that strong, but I can run fast. And I can do any chore so long as you tell me how to do it."