"The red and black ones'll mostly leave you along unless you start something," Cricket says. "I learned to pick blackberries around 'em while they eat. But I ain't ever seen a yellow jacket that wasn't lookin' for trouble."
He should really get to work, but the bee on his shoulder and the ones crawling around his shirt make him want to stay put. He's not nervous any more; rather, he's finding them endearing. Like being covered with kittens; he doesn't want to disturb them.
"Is it nice, always havin' them as company?" He asks mildly. "I had a cat once. Her name was Baby Scratch, and she didn't like anyone but me, but she used to lie across my knees when I slept. I guess they ain't the same as pets, but it seems like it might be kinda similar company."
Cricket tilts his head to listen to Hugh talk about his hurt bee, and his expression lights up slowly. "That's sweet," he says. "And I'm glad he's got a safe place to stay with you. Sometimes...it's hard, because people either think I can do less than I can, or don't have patience for when I have to go a little slow. But I got work here, and I can fix cars and such, and I can still walk. I'm lucky."
"You want me to show you how to work the stills? You're gonna need to ask your bees to sit on somethin' other than me for a while. But they can come back next time I take a break if they want. I like 'em."
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Date: 2019-05-13 03:19 am (UTC)He should really get to work, but the bee on his shoulder and the ones crawling around his shirt make him want to stay put. He's not nervous any more; rather, he's finding them endearing. Like being covered with kittens; he doesn't want to disturb them.
"Is it nice, always havin' them as company?" He asks mildly. "I had a cat once. Her name was Baby Scratch, and she didn't like anyone but me, but she used to lie across my knees when I slept. I guess they ain't the same as pets, but it seems like it might be kinda similar company."
Cricket tilts his head to listen to Hugh talk about his hurt bee, and his expression lights up slowly. "That's sweet," he says. "And I'm glad he's got a safe place to stay with you. Sometimes...it's hard, because people either think I can do less than I can, or don't have patience for when I have to go a little slow. But I got work here, and I can fix cars and such, and I can still walk. I'm lucky."
"You want me to show you how to work the stills? You're gonna need to ask your bees to sit on somethin' other than me for a while. But they can come back next time I take a break if they want. I like 'em."