My husband came in from fishing a little bit ago, and told me that he had heard what sounded like a tornado coming. It's a clear day, so he was looking around to see what could be making the sound, and he finally thought to look up. At about treetop height, he saw a huge black swarm of bees.
So there he was, with all of his fishing gear and a nice cold beer...and suddenly menaced by possible killer bees. Prudently, he decided to flee the area. I would have shrieked and run off immediately, leaving all my things, but not my clear-headed husband. He looks up, sees the bees, looks down, grabs his beer, and then runs.
So there I was, sitting in my beautiful home in the suburbs, minding my own business, when my husband says, "The mortgage rates are coming down. Why don't we look around?"
Two months later, we had moved into a 6.5-acre farmette in the country, with two horses, three goats, three ducks, and two cats.
Now what do we do? Warning...major learning curve ahead....